05-17-2022, 03:00 AM
AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — it just sucks to try and explain
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The arrival of the mismatched family fell upon him as a surprise, driving the mute tom from the treeline where'd he been collecting herbs and mushrooms in a deep-sided wicker basket. Blinking to re-adjust to the sunnier location, the tabby would shoulder his way from the shrubbery with his basket held tight in his jaws, a sour expression on his face as he shook his paws free of a muddy puddle.
Ears perking forward at the familiar voice, though not familiar enough to remember as his group mate's. Zjarr, was it? He remembered the introduction at their last entertaining encounter. Had it truly been that long? Gaze sweeping over the three German shepherd pups and their husky caretaker, he set his basket down with his tail curled behind him in an almost questioning way, matched by the curious expression. Was he back to introduce himself now, and had brought his children with him? Blinking a few times, the mute Tom would turn and pull his satchel to sit against his chest, sitting on his haunches to dig through the contents in search for his pencil and notebook.
He was grateful that his trading as of late had brought him another new notebook, the other was severely water damaged and was in need of his notes on his flowers being transferred to the new parchment. Putting the notebook down on a dry flat stone, he would scribble in a few words, wincing at his own smarting paw, tucking the aching paw to his belly to keep it out of the way. 'zjarr? Are you and your kids alright? Is something wrong?', he probably didn't have any right to ask but as the first to react, he figured he should Especially with the short interaction they'd had. He'd said nothing about pups then?
Ears perking forward at the familiar voice, though not familiar enough to remember as his group mate's. Zjarr, was it? He remembered the introduction at their last entertaining encounter. Had it truly been that long? Gaze sweeping over the three German shepherd pups and their husky caretaker, he set his basket down with his tail curled behind him in an almost questioning way, matched by the curious expression. Was he back to introduce himself now, and had brought his children with him? Blinking a few times, the mute Tom would turn and pull his satchel to sit against his chest, sitting on his haunches to dig through the contents in search for his pencil and notebook.
He was grateful that his trading as of late had brought him another new notebook, the other was severely water damaged and was in need of his notes on his flowers being transferred to the new parchment. Putting the notebook down on a dry flat stone, he would scribble in a few words, wincing at his own smarting paw, tucking the aching paw to his belly to keep it out of the way. 'zjarr? Are you and your kids alright? Is something wrong?', he probably didn't have any right to ask but as the first to react, he figured he should Especially with the short interaction they'd had. He'd said nothing about pups then?
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THE FLOWER BURNS