#they matched each other's freak (platonic). 47 dead 12 injured 8 missing or whatever.

[venushorned]

do you ever get the feeling we're always getting...... paired off and..... separated from the rest? -oh there's still a little fire over there. we should probably put that out.

Gossamer glanced up at the fire in question, watching the small patches smolder and smoke as the grass, healthy and dewy, choked out the flames. Beneath her, a goblin was sputtering and gurgling as he drowned in his own blood; the evidence of their ambush had burned out, and the last witness was soon to be recently deceased.

“I hadn't noticed.” She wiped her hands in a patch of clean grass before standing to survey the full scope of the damage. Two dead goblin raiders, a warg, a bugbear scout, and a burning barn. Well. It had been a barn. “Just make a good team, I guess.”

As for the fire...

“Make yourself useful, then, pretty boy.”