Yoink sat on a bench, near the edge of town, sulking. He had gone to Blaise the other day, carrying his book about local guardians and a newfound hope of looking *awesome*. Blaise however had pat him on the head, gently explaining that he didn't exactly have the time to take Yoink to visit the guardian, and that he'd have to find a different adult to take him there. Yoink huffed, offended. Surely blaise knew that he was but a measly orphan, all alone in the- he rolled his eyes at himself as t...
