NaNoWriMo Day 28 (Patreon)

     Malachi's eyes are cast to the ground, and Rune gives him a concerned glance. “Ah sorry, I was just thinking about the, uh, guild.” He sighs. “My only shot at my dream job and I blew it. What would my dad think…” The stone on his pecha scarf begins to glow, which he swiftly covers up with his paws and a hush. "Not now..." He whispers fiercely.