( none of my dreams come true / washed up )

[FINNEGAN F.M.R.]

WATERFALLS COMING

OUT YOUR MOUTH,

WHAT THE HELL

ARE WE DOING NOW?

draconic feline . minnow . he/they

Curiousity. It was Finnegan’s biggest weakness. While he should be napping at home, the little draconic feline was instead following quietly behind his mother, curious to see where she was headed. It was probably a bad move that had a slight chance of getting him in trouble but he couldn’t help it! He just wasn’t tired right now. Using the foliage to hide himself, the young boy was doing his best to remain sneaky, trying to allow some distance between him and Diya so as not to get caught.

At first, Finn didn’t see the boat, too busy keeping track of his surroundings. Only when he noticed that his mother had stopped did he see why. Of course he had seen boats before, like the Anchored Tempest, but this one was new. Distracted by this new object, he gave up on his “spy mission”, padding forward until he was right at Diya’s side. Once he had drawn close, he realized that there wasn’t just a boat here, there was a stranger too. Moving closer to the white she-cat, he would gaze at Harland with wide eyes, imaginary brows furrowed in his signature stare. She didn’t smell of the Typhoon, yet his mom knew this stranger’s name... Harland... who were they? For now, the child said nothing, not trustful enough to introduce himself just yet.