At the Core [Active] Who: Mighty the Armadillo (awarmred) and Blaze the Cat (momentsflare) What: Worried armadillo checking up on Blaze, whether she likes it or not When: About right after this post. Where: Blaze's room. Warnings: SRS BUSINESS. Possibly angst and fluff.
He'd only met her once.
Once. A conversation - casual and friendly as it had been. (Or as far as "Casual and friendly" as Blaze could be)... and yet, here he was, gathering tea bags in his arms and bursting out dramatically to look for her.
He'd only met her once.
She was solitary. She was a loner by nature. She was ... a lot like Knuckles. But so very refined, so very dignified. (He couldn't help but feel like a pauper to her princess)
... and distraught. It was strange, frightening, to see her so distraught.
A whimper. He remembered it quite clearly...
He'd made up his mind, then. Faint acquaitance of no... he was going to help her.
It occured to him a few minutes later that he didn't know where her room was. But that was right before he caught the smell of smoke - and the faint sound of her voice. He followed it, tea bags nestled in the crook of his arm, until he had walked right up to the door. That was her; it had to be.