[size=9pt]Speaking of giants, Moonmade was wandering. Through the plains and into the trees until he found the crumbled buildings he'd visited while searching for herbs. He'd arrived the other day when the sun was sinking, and in an effort to get back to camp in time to deliver his findings, hadn't had time to look around. But now he was back, a lanky golden thing amongst beige ruins. He could blend in with the statues if he stayed still long enough.
The silence was broken with such intent that he felt himself jolt. It was a voice, childish and youthful but not like him. Far younger. His follows the sounds she makes until he finds her, over a collapsed columns. Absentmindedly, he wonders why the fuck this area isn't completely cordoned off, if it's putting kids at risk.
Atop the column, the teenager peers down at the fretting kitten, a frown heavy on his face. "Hey, hey, it's ok," His voice is softer than is typical of Moon as he lands the other side, crouching low to the ground in an attempt to make himself smaller. He'll admit he's never been a fan of upset kids. He tends to go into full Mom Mode and it freaks him out a little bit. "You alright? You're not hurt, are you?" His golden gaze scans the kitten, and upon finding nothing, is satisfied enough to help her over the column. He holds out a paw, a make shift Lift, and muses, "What's a guy gotta' do for some good stable ancient architecture 'round here, huh? The Romans ain't shit."
The silence was broken with such intent that he felt himself jolt. It was a voice, childish and youthful but not like him. Far younger. His follows the sounds she makes until he finds her, over a collapsed columns. Absentmindedly, he wonders why the fuck this area isn't completely cordoned off, if it's putting kids at risk.
Atop the column, the teenager peers down at the fretting kitten, a frown heavy on his face. "Hey, hey, it's ok," His voice is softer than is typical of Moon as he lands the other side, crouching low to the ground in an attempt to make himself smaller. He'll admit he's never been a fan of upset kids. He tends to go into full Mom Mode and it freaks him out a little bit. "You alright? You're not hurt, are you?" His golden gaze scans the kitten, and upon finding nothing, is satisfied enough to help her over the column. He holds out a paw, a make shift Lift, and muses, "What's a guy gotta' do for some good stable ancient architecture 'round here, huh? The Romans ain't shit."
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