new prints | sherbet ; open/joining | old ties

[SHERBET]

Sherbet hovered around the border of the Typhoon. He had wandered unbound in a haze of depression, and heartbreak, due the recent disasters and losses in the Palm Glades. His friends, the original leader, his favorite place on the beach to watch the stars. All gone. In the time he wandered, he did freelance architecture. He'd make blueprints, then sell them, or just gave them away. He had no home anymore, so the ice cream cat had no need for currency.

2 years have passed since all this happened, and here he was. He vaguely remembered the merger, he didn't remember much really of all that happened. Sherbet just wandered, smoked, and glided through the 2 years as if he was but a ghost.

He was tired of being a ghost.

He stood on the tracks, uncertain yet completely certain.

He will live and heal.

"Speaking" & 'Thinking'