♥My Very 1st Tag | ~Filofax:Forever~ | ~Evil Slythie~ | Chris' Caretaker♥ LXXXIII. Thestrals (41)
Frida stood outside of her parent's house one day in early February, and was gazing towards border of the forest while sipping a cup of hot chocolate.
Her eyes caught sight of a large stone on the ground move, like it had been kicked...though she couldn't see anything else.
"They came back for the winter." Clara, Frida's mother mentioned just inside the doorway. "Be sure not to feed them scraps this year, okay?"
Frida nodded and continued to watch the ground for movement. It wasn't often that the thestrals settled this close to homes, especially ones that were occupied.
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