01-21-2021, 02:02 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]SALEM | Home felt like a complicated concept to the dark-furred feline. The Typhoon had long since became home, but home was more than a place. He fell asleep within the upper floors of the tavern just as often as his own bed, tucked in a treehouse he claimed long ago -- spending quiet time with Keona and her books in the Sky Parlor, until it was too late and he felt too tired to walk back to the jungle.
In the end, home was more than that treehouse -- the physical location was only the start. Home used to be wherever his family was; it still was. The only difference now was that he saw the Typhoon as a sort of family; even though he missed his siblings.
The small wildcat had thoughts of redecoration in mind as he wandered across the sand; considering a few plants he could try gardening, though he seemed to only possess a knack for tending to autumn plants. Could use another bookshelf too... Vine-wrapped paws only halted when he heard an unfamiliar voice speak.
Her contemplative tone and the newly adjusted hut told him enough as he blinked. Quiet and reclusive as he was, Salem felt no surprise he did not recognize the newer crewmate -- spurred on to speak primarily due to the plants he saw hanging across the hut. The flowers blooming were a lovely and bright color. "I like the flowers."
"Uh hi," he added, sheepish tone slipping into his quiet voice. "I'm Salem. I like how your hut looks so far." What else to add? He felt unsure on the matter, dark eyes drawn to the trumpet vines with fondness. "If you like to garden... You can always have some planters out front."
In the end, home was more than that treehouse -- the physical location was only the start. Home used to be wherever his family was; it still was. The only difference now was that he saw the Typhoon as a sort of family; even though he missed his siblings.
The small wildcat had thoughts of redecoration in mind as he wandered across the sand; considering a few plants he could try gardening, though he seemed to only possess a knack for tending to autumn plants. Could use another bookshelf too... Vine-wrapped paws only halted when he heard an unfamiliar voice speak.
Her contemplative tone and the newly adjusted hut told him enough as he blinked. Quiet and reclusive as he was, Salem felt no surprise he did not recognize the newer crewmate -- spurred on to speak primarily due to the plants he saw hanging across the hut. The flowers blooming were a lovely and bright color. "I like the flowers."
"Uh hi," he added, sheepish tone slipping into his quiet voice. "I'm Salem. I like how your hut looks so far." What else to add? He felt unsure on the matter, dark eyes drawn to the trumpet vines with fondness. "If you like to garden... You can always have some planters out front."
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[ salem | crewmate of the typhoon | information and tags] | penned by lamby [color=#5f354e]]
[ salem | crewmate of the typhoon | information and tags] | penned by lamby [color=#5f354e]]