GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Autumn's entrance was swift, the morning breaking cool with a smattering of clouds streaking across the sky. Harbringr welcomed the shift in the weather. It was a relief compared to the sweltering summers of western Boreas though he knew the tug of war between the seasons was only beginning. Stretching out across a boulder hidden in the shade of an outcropping, Harbringr was intent on catching up on his sleep. Constanza had come back to him, finally, and he could feel her warmth in the sunshine on his back and the soft breezes that would tickle at his ears. For now though she was silent, sleeping in the great beyond as he rested in the earthly realm.
His breathing slowed, but just as he started to sleep a call snapped his ears to attention. That was Deathbelle, and the call was one of summoning. Pleased to hear the luxurious tones of his kin Harbringr took to his feet, leaping off the boulder and heading towards the lake. He soon came upon his sister and the small gathering around her, including Hannibal with a young pup. Oh, there was so much to catch up on!
"You look as radiant as always, Belle. What are you up to dear sister?"
