EMPTY SHORELINES | baked goods

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♥ | TORREN WINTHER

A prince grew up surrounded more often than not -- an environment quick to overwhelm any quieter mind.  Within the swamp, the wildcat found it just as easy to disappear; unintentional in his seclusion but not suffering guilt for it either.  The youth was a reserved spirit; selective with time and company.  Tending to his friend and housemate mattered more to him than stepping into the limelight.

A futile attempt to convince said housemate to eat led the youth outside.  His thick striped tail twitched, eyes lingering on the door behind him before sighing.  A hot cup of tea, he managed to encourage, but even home baked sugar cookies appeared to lack appeal.  Torren had no intention of eating them himself in that case, choosing instead to pad over to the tavern, basket in tow.

Sugar cookies had a simplicity to them.  Hopefully someone would enjoy them.  It would be nice to bring some cheer.  Torren wore the faintest, tired smile as he gently set the basket on a table, glancing around in a moment of thought -- reluctant to remain or depart.

In the end, the scottish wildcat released another sigh; relenting to the politeness of open invitation.  "Would anyone like a sugar cookie? There's plenty to share."

**latibule (n.) ♥  torren winther / scottish wildcat / tangler