There's a thin line between the wild time and a flat-line, baby

Lately Pegasus had been sharing his knowledge from his home land, in particular reading and writing with Philomena, he had shown her one particular craft; making vellum from animal hides and had slowly been teaching her how to hold charcoal with her paws. It seemed he carried a roll of vellum with him everywhere now and a stick of charcoal in case she wanted to stop and try her hand at writing something, but today it seemed today there might be a much better reason to carry those supplies with him.

He lowered his head to sniff at the entrance then wrinkled his nose and sneezed. “Smells like dust and old meat.” He muttered, rubbing his nose with his wrist as he did. “Think we should check it out? It could be dangerous” He asked with a small, almost mischievous grin, already knowing what the woman’s answer would be.

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