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You absolutely roasted Councilmen in the beginning and I was not ready for that

TSS Snippet: Garden Fire

Aka, ‘Let Aspen Say Fuck’ Scenario #2:

Emry was on the cusp of drifting into a lovely nap- on a sun-warmed couch and just after having a snack, no less- when the smell of smoke jarred his nose.

For a moment, he considered ignoring it. He hadn’t touched the fireplace recently, had lit no candles. Surely everything was fine, and these cushions were just so nice and warm-

 “Fuck!”

He jolted up and fell off the sofa.

 “Aspen?” His head whipped around for the source of the curse. He couldn’t hear any footsteps inside the house, nor an echo of their voice in the halls- they must be in the garden. With a groan, he scrambled to his feet and sprinted outside.

 “What’s happening- Aspen!” He skidded to a halt at the back door.

The rose bushes were on fire, and Aspen was darting between them and the birdbath in the center of the garden, cupping water in their hands and tossing it onto the burning leaves. The splashes fizzled and smoked with all the effectiveness of a Councilman’s thoughts and prayers.

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