The hunt. Leave it to the Cait Sidhe to speak of hunting like it isn't some monumental task. But then for them it probably isn't. Quentin's closest experience to hunting is the lunch hour rush at the local taco truck.
Letting the blanket fall from his shoulders, he's quick to join Raj in investigating the trap door. His eyebrows climb up his forehead as he watches Raj trace those gouges. "But they aren't here now. Or if they are, nowhere near by."
Quentin can't shake the eeriness of his empty place, the signs of other people who had been here once, but no indication of where they had gone or why they had left. "This place sure seems like it was lost." The sort of place that one would expect to wind up in the Court of Cats. But the way the shadows had rejected Raj makes that unlikely. Doesn't it?
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Date: 2019-12-09 04:01 am (UTC)Letting the blanket fall from his shoulders, he's quick to join Raj in investigating the trap door. His eyebrows climb up his forehead as he watches Raj trace those gouges. "But they aren't here now. Or if they are, nowhere near by."
Quentin can't shake the eeriness of his empty place, the signs of other people who had been here once, but no indication of where they had gone or why they had left. "This place sure seems like it was lost." The sort of place that one would expect to wind up in the Court of Cats. But the way the shadows had rejected Raj makes that unlikely. Doesn't it?