[PU] The moon will sing a song for me // Coop building

[Olalla]

Olalla G. Semenov

Male— Ardent— The Pitt— Bio.— Plot

The Ardent rightened himself, shaking out his thin furred coat while bits of wooded debris fell from him as he stood; his usual suppressed, faded regal look slithering upon his snakish face. "I am building one of many Community Bird Coops, so the-" Olalla bit his tongue, assuming LivingDead's reaction if he had continued and used the word, Peasant. "Less fortunate... may eat with ease. Although, as the title suggest, everyone must maintain the coops," he coached as he slabbed another glob of pasty mud upon the side of the coop and smeared it around. "Including Vale and I."

The Ardent paused, brows knit and face lit with an expression one could not identify. "LivingDead may i ask you a question," he queried lightly, eyes meeting the feline's. Although, Olalla didn't bother to let her respond, and instead kept the conversation going. At least, on his part. "You of all beings here, or mostly all, would know what the people wish for. Vale and I are doing our best, but what is it you'd like to be worked on? What needs a new face to it?" Olalla used the term "you" as a reference to those below the two Ardents; his members, not just LivingDead.

#psychosocial.