Near the border of the forest, Mira spotted a tall dark shape walking by slowly. A constable. A working one? She shook out her hair, shedding leaves and twigs, and walked over. The sunlight reflected off the cracked crystal on its head. Still broken, then. Yet it was calm and not actively on the hunt. Mira tilted her head and watched it for a moment until she realized something. “You don’t -have- anything to hunt, do you?” ---------- Little illustration to go with a story~ #BookThreads