hey kids, want some skill points?

He hadn't been busy when the call came out, but he'd certainly been doing something else. Wrapped up in helping Halo with chores, today it had mostly been dishes. Why was it always dishes, actually? The soap they'd made last year was a rather awful smelling affair, but it was useful. A de-greaser, even if it made him smell like tallow and lye and all the not so lovely things. For someone with such an affinity for lavender, why did she leave it smelling like... well, like that. The boy was grateful for the opportunity to make himself scarce.

Excusing himself and making his way to the Cove, the crystal-studded boy moved to where Hazel waited. She was standing up on a rock, like it was a podium or something. Like she had something important to say. If she was teaching a lesson, he guessed that made sense. All Dread offered was a silent, serious nod as he sat his haunches in the sand and waited. Who else was going to turn up?

"Dread Fatalis"