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 Holofernes Hollow

Prologue

The embers looked like fireflies, pouring out of the skeleton of the horticultural shop.

With his glasses crushed to dust somewhere inside and the new, aching black gulf on the right side of his vision, he could almost pretend that he was watching a theatrical lightshow. Any moment now, dancers would leap out with their faces made ethereal by golden masks and start leading the Midwinter Prayer.

But the stink of smoke digging into his skin and the heat of the flames baking the blood onto his cheek made the desire impossible to keep hold of. The roaring of the inferno echoed in his ears, drowning out the gathering crowd and ringing bells of the fire guild’s carriage.

At that moment, his knees buckled and the roof fell in.

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Grian swoops down from a tree, two squirrels in his talons (not much by way of food but they aren’t eating Scar’s stupid pandas so it will have to do for now), and hits the ground next to Scar with a thud. He looks up. Scar’s eyes are wide.

“You’ve seen me hunt before,” Grian says, shaking out his bloodied talons with a chime.

“You still have it,” Scar says.

“What?” Grian says.

“Around your ankle,” Scar says.

“…it’s not like I can take it off,” Grian says, as though he doesn’t have hands with which he could unlace the leather. But it feels—wrong. He’d never removed them. The bells being a warning for those he approached unexpectedly was a bonus, anyway, and it’s not like many people knew enough about falconry, Scar, or the strange hazy place they’d both gotten to in the desert where Grian’s head had blurred further into predator than usual to understand what it meant. In the Southlands, in fact, he’d been mostly teased for it, though Mumbo had given him considering looks the whole time.

“Huh,” Scar says.

“Honestly, did you not notice?”

“I followed the sound,” Scar says, “when I heard it. But even if it stopped me from losing track you, it’s not like it can make a falcon come back if you can’t give it a reason to or catch it,” Scar says, a little bitterly. “I just thought you’d get… I don’t know. You still have it.”

“I still have it,” Grian says. “I—”

“Don’t say sorry for things you aren’t.”

“You’re right,” Grian says.

“I’d forgotten how sharp your eyes are sometimes. Hunting.”

Grian looks at Scar for a long while and almost says he’d forgotten how it felt to have a home he was meant to be returning to after. He doesn’t. He huffs. “You’ll see it more. This isn’t enough food yet.”

“Hunt away,” Scar murmurs.

Grian he opens his wings again to soar into the trees. He hears the bells chiming, and it sounds like a red string, for whatever that means. He can feel Scar watch him as he goes.

“No going after any Jellies!” Scar shouts, and Grian rolls his eyes. He won’t. He wouldn’t. The bells are loud in his ears. He wouldn’t.

Scar likes to paint the other's nails a lot, mainly because he can do a lot of different patterns for different hermits, especially those with longer nails.

One of his favorite people to paint their nails is Mumbo, mainly since if he puts a dark shiny color, the redstone dust that inevitably gets on Mumbo's hands make the nail polish look even better.

Scar's least favorite person, though he doesn't hate doing their nails, is Rendog. The reason why is because Ren bites his nails, not biting them completely off most of the time, but just softly biting one of his nails when he's thinking, even with the nail polish, which leads to chipping.

Unfortunately, the nail polish doesn't last long before it starts chipping off, with all of the hermits building & gathering materials it's just a matter of time before the nail polish gets ruined. But you know what that means? It means that Scar gets to paint them again! How fun!

If a Hermit comes and asks him for a nail painting, he always finds a way. Cleo's nails mostly gone from an un-lifetime of undeath? Well, he'll just make the remaining ones even prettier then! Jevin doesn't have nails? Well...if he can find some spare gravel nail-ish enough to use, Scar will paint that too. It's much appreciated, and a ton of fun!

~ Mod Shade