[ Eustace and Zelda share a look, her own born of amusement. A scarecrow is nothing in the face of what she's done battle with, and she suspects the same is true of him, too.
But they are interrupted, as all amusing things are, by an ominous sound. Her long, elfin ears twitch, first both, then one, and she looks in the direction of the noise to spot one scarecrow closer than the rest. Her smiles shifts: something more twee and challenging replaces it.
She makes eye contact— she thinks? And after a second of deliberation, she offers up a thought to Eustace, the scarecrow still making it's way towards them. ]
How would you feel if someone came to your land and took from it without asking?
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But they are interrupted, as all amusing things are, by an ominous sound. Her long, elfin ears twitch, first both, then one, and she looks in the direction of the noise to spot one scarecrow closer than the rest. Her smiles shifts: something more twee and challenging replaces it.
She makes eye contact— she thinks? And after a second of deliberation, she offers up a thought to Eustace, the scarecrow still making it's way towards them. ]
How would you feel if someone came to your land and took from it without asking?