SHARK TEETH / weekly tasks

[vellichor]

Amun's ears perked when he heard a stranger's voice coming across the swamp he'd learned to call 'Tanglewood'. He stood and made his way over, his head tilted.  "I am not muddy or her friend..." The words were hardly audible and not even Amun seemed to register he was saying them. Having a physical form seemed to need a lot of getting used to for the man who'd been pent up in someone's mind up until a week ago. "I will take a task," he finally called. He wasn't quite sure what they were but he supposed a 'task' would just give him something to do. Having something to do was always good, especially in this place where he knew no one and was surrounded by new, unfamiliar things.

★ a new wind blows and soon it will be spring━