backdated to the 24? Sound good?
Drogon's hooves plopped steadily against the ground as Haven rode from the stables to the Chien Hotel. Today was the day that Strelein had told him to come back to get the outfit he had requested the tailor make fitted. Honestly he felt a little foolish about the whole thing. If Ruri hadn't asked him to accompany her with his guitar at the party he wouldn't be bothering at all, but now he felt he should show up wearing something more than his usual outfit. Of course he was thankful that the redheaded male had agreed to make him something, but that didn't keep him from feeling both self conscious and nervous at the prospect of playing in front of the entire pack. He'd only ever played in front of a couple people at most and he didn't think he was that great at it. He wasn't any good at this whole performance, pomp and circumstance stuff.
He reached the main entrance of the hotel and dismounted, tying Drogon's reins around a nearby post. The Knight patted his horse the on the shoulder once before heading into the hotel with a heavy sigh. Haven wound through the hallways on the first floor until he came to the large room that Strelein used as his studio. His head poked in, not seeing the other male at first. "Uh, Strel? Are you here?"
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