MORE OF HIM TO LOVE;; open-joining

[devland]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 60%; min-height: 8px; font-family: arial; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 25px"]Devland wasn't quite sure what he was roaming the wooded area of the island. He knew there was likely something he should be doing, but he preferred shirking all commitments in favor of wandering. There was so much - too much - to see. He loathed the idea of being cramped up anywhere, so naturally, he explored. He at least told himself his wanderings were because he needed to continue his field observations, but as he spotted Roan, he knew he would neglect that as well in favor of pestering the Sage.

He parted his lips to call a greeting, but before he managed, something fell on Roan's head. An amused laugh burst forth as he trotted closer, watching the confusion bloom to life on the healer's features. It was probably a pine cone or something that fell, and it was funny to see Roan in such a state after. As he neared the winged feline, he again opened his mouth to make a smart remark, but he wired his jaw shut as he observed Roan speaking with a squirrel.

Now, it was Devland's turn to look bewildered. The squirrel and Roan seemed to be communicating. Weird. The Beta stopped at Roan's side, peering down at the small creature. His eyes cut to Roan. "Do you usually talk to your food?" He was about to ask more when the tiny squirrel began theatrically waving a bone around. Confusion deepened in Devland's eyes. "What's it doing? Better yet, why's it waving some bone around?"

The tom had never seen anything like this in his life. He watched as the squirrel continued to point at the chicken bone, but Devland just shrugged and shook his head. "I'm so incredibly lost it's not even funny. This feels like a fever dream," he groaned, lips curving into a smirk. "And the little hat? Roan, do you see the little hat it's wearing?"