Literature
TRCMFMA:Planning... ish?
Fallin walked quickly through the corridors of Central, her head held high.
I can't be bothered with him right now. I need to concentrate on finding the feather and stopping the homunculi.
"Wait up, Fallin!" Guardian called. Fallin stopped and turned, pausing to let Guardian catch up. Then she resumed walking, her shoes softly clip-clopping at a staccato pace through the halls.
"Why are you walking so quickly?" Guardian panted.
"I need to get Bekah!" Fallin whirled around suddenly, her eyes blazing. Then they softened. "I'm sorry, Guardian," she murmured. "I'm a little worked up right now."
"It's alright, Fallin," Guardian smiled a littl