“Adjective.” Emmeline swung her legs onto the couch, settling in with a pencil and the Madlibs notebook.
“If you could bring one thing back to the tenth century from here, what would it be?” Archie wrapped a blanket around Emmeline and took a seat next to her on the floor in front of the crackling fire.
“Look at these, Arch.” Emmeline separated printed papers across the table as he sat, setting a freshly-made chocolate shake in front of her. “Thanks,” she said, sipping.
Aesthetic Board for Emmeline - The Feared
Aesthetic Board for Archie - The Feared
Journal Entries - The Seven Lands of Cador