please sir, can i have some more ;; visitor

[aesior]

EVERY GRIN WE SHARE IS LIKE.
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack

though small as this rodent was, there was a sense of curiosity in him, a curiosity he couldn't deny. what would bring him to their lands? squinting as he laid in the sun close to the border, paws stained with grasses and the pollen of multiple plants and flowers. beside him sat a basket, his findings decorating its wicker sides with their colorful blossoms, roots tangled in the weave in places. watching mr. snuggles through half closed eyes, a soft yawn escaping the tom as he laid there, letting his aching back rest, licking his lips as he stifled the urge to stretch out in the warm patch of sunlight he inhabited. coughing as he opened his mouth with the intent to speak, his gaze would darken with sourness at the reminder that he couldnt shift form without risking his back, leaving him stuck in his mute body.

struggling, he would pull a notebook from the basket, flipping it open as he flicked his tail side to side, ears flicking away bugs, he would scrawl into it in jerky movements, careful of setting alight the agony in his back. pushing it towards the rodent, it would read, 'seeds? what kind? group?'

A PRAYER COMMITTED TO THE SONG WE SING.
aesior opheles of tanglewood. -- grim - feline shifter.

credit @/teef