Own Character Favorites

Waythe lets out a long, silent yawn. He’s lying on his belly, side by side with Hops, peering through the small holes in the bush parallel to the hazebloom gardens. As curious as he may be about the reason for their disappearance, it sure is boring. Even if his phone battery hadn’t died an hour ago, Hops kept giving him looks every time he pulled it out– even when he was ...