MYSTIC ☀ open, gifts

[jacob w.c.]

WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Gifts? Jacob lifted his head when he heard his apprentice's voice and got to his paws, making his way over with a light smile. Rosie, the sugar glider Pincher had gifted him not too long ago, perched on his shoulder quietly. Jacob had been thankful for her ever since her arrival. It was strange but her presence was comforting. He'd read in plenty of books, and seen in the cities, that humans sometimes used emotional support animals and he supposed Rosie was a bit like that. Sometimes he was sure that she knew when he was getting too focused on work and purposefully distracted him, bringing him little things to play with or climbing all over him until he took her out to play. It felt like he had someone to keep in check, even when Pincher wasn't with him. "Wow, Izukuk, this is real thoughtful ah' ya'," the man stated with a light smile on his maw before settling down. He didn't want to assume the boy had anything for him, asking seemed like it'd be rude, but it was nice to see all his apprentice had done for their clanmates. With the way things had been recently, it would be good to spread a little happiness.    —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

"SPEECH"

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