Clearing away the cobwebs

Basilisk laughed at his kid, shaking his head as they ran. “You’ll have to be quicker than that!” he warned, but he didn’t use his headstart. They arrived at the beach in a tie, and he trotted to a stop at a good spot to sit. He grabbed the basket from Orso, and picked out a package of dried meat. Tossing it at Spider before grabbing one of his own. “So. Spider… had any boys or girls catch your eye?” He asked, wondering if they were old enough to think about that yet. For Bas, it hadn’t been girls (or boys) it had been Hazel. Only Hazel.


"Basilisk Fatalis"