 From the sanctuary
With the bowtruckles in tow, Sunny made his way over to the barn and released the each one by one. Had to pluck them off his shoulders, which some of 'em didn't like. Once that was all settled, he took out his notebook again and began jotting down some more notes. "Oi, you," he smiled as he looked over at the student with the kneazle [FearlessLeader19]. "Any thoughts on the storm?" Might as well collect a few quotes or two.
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