ember: a small piece of glowing coal in a dying fire

Your Doc Scratch seems to have made a past time out of indirectly threatening me, probably because he doesn't like the fact that I still often visit the Veil, even if I'm not staying there most of the time any more. I don't fear him, and I have no desire to give him what he wants.

However. I do realize that, if he attempted to go through with his threats, it's possible that those here would be in danger (well, more danger) as well. Therefore, if you want me to stop visiting because of this, tell me so and I'll respect that.

Now that her leave of absence at the Vatican was official, Azula was spending more and more time just hanging around the Veil. She didn't do much exploring anymore-- she'd seen all of the places that she didn't need to be a troll to get to-- and unless she was training, she was generally quiet and subdued.

She didn't make a point of approaching many of the trolls (Vriska and Aradia were the only exceptions, really), but she did stop when she turned a corner and came across someone that she hadn't seen in a while.

"Tavros?"