My shoe collection is getting a little... ambitious. The floor of my room is starting to look like a very organized obstacle course.

It’s fine. It’s fine! They all have a purpose. These boots for training, these loafers for when Faust lectures me about ‘formal attire,’ and these sandals are just for making Oz raise an eyebrow in silent, elegant judgment.

Bradley stopped by, took one look, and asked if I was opening a shop. Then he tried to ‘help organize’ by tossing a pair across the room. I had to tackle him. We ended up knocking over three other pairs. So much for organization.

Sometimes I miss the simple, sturdy boots from my knight days. But these? These make me happy. It’s a small, silly thing, but it’s mine. Anyone else have a weirdly specific collection they’re a little too proud of?

(P.S. If you see a single, left leather boot with a silver buckle… no you didn’t. It’s not lost. It’s… on an adventure.)