hear the bells ringing? ;; jor

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he soon lost sight of her but that wasn't a worry, he'd detect her by scent soon enough. he stayed where he was a little while longer, letting his nose touching various flowers with the utmost delicate you'd think he was approaching a child. the softest touch of a kitten was his nose to the petal until he breathed a sigh, as if letting out all frustration. turning to retrace the paths where he had come from he found the one she had went down. he heard creaking and as he approached she sat atop a swing - the source of the noise. a soft smile ensurfaced on his maw as he bathed in the golden glow the sun trickled through the glass. this place felt almost surreal, a timeless area. he could tell it was dear to her heart, and he bounded up the swing, careful not to move it too much. once they were settled in he watched the fish swim. "this place is beautiful." came the low, rumbled statement, quiet enough as if he were scared to break the comfortable silence that lingered, giving this an air of beauty. "did it take you long to build it?"

#psychosocial.