Desert Thorn || Wreaths + prompt

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

Even being in such a climate, The Pitt was slightly less hotter than usual. Even for the desert, which was definitely saying something. Still; the heat was unbearable during the hottest parts of the day and Caesar tried to avoid coming out of his den during those times. The winter in of itself was a season Caesar wasn't excited for, mostly due to Earth's 'traditions' regarding 'Santie Claws' and 'Christmas'. It should come as no surprise that the demon didn't care for either of these and instead found them bothersome rather than exciting.

Coming up to Rhiannon, Caesar frowned as he watched her make the wreaths. "Why make them?" The savannah asked as he sat down, wrapping his tail around his paws as he did so. "Its not like this season will last very long." She was making them for Christmas or whatever, was she not? It only came once a year; Caesar didn't see the point in putting them up only to get rid of them a couple of weeks later.

#psychosocial.