Who: Rune and Raven Where: Feather Falls, California When: Uh... the other day. Yesterday I think. Why: The birds have some catching up to do. Warnings: None likely, will update if necessary
Rune had left the window open, like he'd said he would, even despite the cold outside. He didn't mind it all that much, really. It was just the London-damp cold that bothered him.
It was also, just as he'd said, the only bed and breakfast in town. And considering that the town was, in fact, spitting distance from both Oregon and Nevada and had a total population of 83 grown people and 2 fetuses, it was a bit puzzling why they even had the B&B at all.
But it was a small town, and Rune liked small towns for the most part, since there weren't usually a lot of secrets in them and he was more himself in places like that than he was in larger cities. Just at that particular moment he was perched in the chair, just watching the snow start to fall outside.