08-06-2019, 11:35 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: georgia;font-size:12px;text-align:justify"]There were times where Moth just needed a good hug, and she found herself needing it more and more these days, considering all that was going on the territories. Arrow was dead, Beck is missing - probably in the Pitt - Kiira - someone Moth had never met before - was also in the Pitt, and Sam had been captured by them as well. Not to mention the stress she had put herself in over what had happened in the other groups with this "Anti" person, who had yet to be caught, and would likely not be at this rate, and there was nothing that she could do about it. Mikolaj had gone weird on Perseus and she didn't know what that was about, but he looked like he was ready to kill.
It was all stuff that the skittish female didn't like thinking about if she could help it. So she took her time in learning how to write her name, finally knowing how to spell and read at least one word. Writing it out crudely on a big piece of paper, she decided to also draw some pictures, a bed and some blankets and pillow forts, happy animals all curled up underneath it, and she hung it up on the outside of her door to her home, deciding that this was the best thing to do for the time being, she was going to have a place for those that want to to come and cuddle, or just nap, or talk, whatever they wanted, and it was going to be in her house.
Tidying up her home the best she could - which really just consisted of making sure her little piles of things she liked to collect were in their respective corners and looked nice - she then went over to the mattress she called a bed - something much to big for herself but she found it comfy - she put the blanket over it, and began to stack pillows on each side until even the biggest members of the clan could lay down and the pillows still be above them before throwing a blanket over that in a little hut, before padding over to her door and opening it.
"Anyone who wants to come cuddle, or t-talk or nap can come to my house!" She would call out timidly, not used to being so loud. Maybe someone would come over, and maybe everyone that was here would be able to start feeling better.
It was all stuff that the skittish female didn't like thinking about if she could help it. So she took her time in learning how to write her name, finally knowing how to spell and read at least one word. Writing it out crudely on a big piece of paper, she decided to also draw some pictures, a bed and some blankets and pillow forts, happy animals all curled up underneath it, and she hung it up on the outside of her door to her home, deciding that this was the best thing to do for the time being, she was going to have a place for those that want to to come and cuddle, or just nap, or talk, whatever they wanted, and it was going to be in her house.
Tidying up her home the best she could - which really just consisted of making sure her little piles of things she liked to collect were in their respective corners and looked nice - she then went over to the mattress she called a bed - something much to big for herself but she found it comfy - she put the blanket over it, and began to stack pillows on each side until even the biggest members of the clan could lay down and the pillows still be above them before throwing a blanket over that in a little hut, before padding over to her door and opening it.
"Anyone who wants to come cuddle, or t-talk or nap can come to my house!" She would call out timidly, not used to being so loud. Maybe someone would come over, and maybe everyone that was here would be able to start feeling better.