please sir, can i have some more ;; visitor

[aesior]

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

he chuckled to himself at the rodent's answer and bravado, a small smile claiming his face. not so many things were truly that different between small and big individuals, aside from perhaps the amount of attitude one could give. he had to give it to the hamster, not being afraid of others was a big step. coughing faintly to clear his throat, the tom would sniffle, reaching out to write again, 'why not trade? us seeds, you something?', he would suggest, gaze flicking back to atticus. it was no surprise that the mute was a merchant of his own right, independent from the group of tanglewood but also able to function as a trader for the group.

shuddering as he yawned, bringing his basket to himself to peer into it, perhaps he could find something of use to the pitt there? would any of his herbs be seeding? sniffling again, he scrawled once more, 'what kind seeds?', if he was in a better shape and able to shift into a larger body, he'd be able to bring saplings to the desert if they so wished, but he doubted that they would be able to thrive in a hot clime with little water. perhaps he should go about seeing the desert group and seeing what he could do to help with his adequate green thumb.

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

credit @/teef