Something was brewing outside - whether it was a grand parade, a village-wide panic, or an impromptu rebellion, Serafine couldn't quite tell. The shouts were aggressive, the sounds of stomping boots and galloping horses filling the air like an impending storm. Inside their small dwelling, the tension rose so thick it could be sliced with a dull butter knife.
"W-What's happening?" someone stammered.
And as if summoned by divine timing (or perhaps just Serafine's awful luck), Calix dramatically kicked open the door with an unnecessary amount of force. "Lady Savior!" he gasped, wild-eyed. "The village is in danger!"
Serafine pinched the bridge of her nose. Of course it is.
