[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]The prom had been quite an experience. In fact, it was enough to get him on the verge of tears. And keyword: on the verge of.
On this day, Nebraskapaw had exited out of camp because of Sareth, obviously, Sarcoid's and G'reth's ship. He had his head close to the ground, because only on some occasions did he care about lifting his head up, though his horns weren't really that heavy. They were colorful, yes, but not exactly anvils.
He headed to the lake, his favorite place to be, because honestly he liked being alone there and undisturbed. Or at least for the few paragraphs of this post, that is. Nebraska liked to watch his reflection ripple in the calm breeze of the area, and occasionally make patterns by making stones skip across it. Of course, it wouldn't go even halfway, due to his lack of thumbs and bad throwing. Ever since joining the Royals, he always seemed distracted.
And Nebraskapaw knew someone would come up eventually, not because this was a private thread, but they always did. The lake was a common place to be, especially, well, everyone knew about it at their first day here. People gave tours, and hardly ever forgot to ask. It was automatic; without even thinking, they would remember to give a tour or inquire if the joiners would prefer one.
Out of nowhere, the Royal Defender felt himself get lighter for some odd reason. He fell to the ground from his sitting position, front body sprawled on the floor, somewhat resembling a hunting position. What just happened, he didn't know, but he saw a ghostly figure of a fez-wearing feline, brown streaks on its fur (oops Civvy can't describe spirits). He saluted with a paw, smiling, and left.
Now, what could that be?
Whatever it was, it left Nebraskapaw lying down on the floor, either passed out or sleeping. Well, he looked tired, so the latter idea was more reasonable.
