how do i make my spirit cold ⚘ open, failed speaking

[FRAGGLEROCK.]

Grief. It wasn't an emotion that Fragglerock had a lot of experience with, at least not to his knowledge. He supposed part of him grieved for the memories that he had lost, but he couldn't truly miss something he didn't even know about. For all he knew, said memories could've been filled with pain, and suffering. They could've been traumatic and horrible, and his mind got rid of them for a reason. It was because of this that he wasn't trying too hard to actively seek the past out. Or, well... it was the part of the reason, anyways. The other part was that he didn't really know how to draw those old memories out. He didn't really think he could just force it. Either way, he didn't really grieve for his memories, so much as he just wondered about them. The only thing he could really feel grief over was his family, and the fact that he didn't know where any of them were. Hell, he didn't even know if any of them were alive. The boy was trying his best not to dwell on that, though, not willing to let any sort of feeling of grief overwhelm him. He had more things to be happy about than sad, after all. He finally had a home, and a place where he could presumably make new friends – maybe even find a new family.

Aesior was part of that new friends category, although Fraggle was sure the other didn't consider him to be a friend just yet. The rabbit still considered him to be a comforting presence, as he and Arlo both had been fairly kind at his joining. They had been what had kept the boy from bolting the moment Cleo arrived with her harsh words, honestly. He had quickly been made aware that Aesior couldn't talk, but... that was okay. While talking was the easiest way of communicating, it wasn't the only one. Frag still hadn't mastered the art of reading, and he was sure it would be a little while before he could, but that wasn't the only thing he was looking into. Charades was also an option, and sign language as well. Although... the boy wasn't sure if Aesior knew sign language, and it would be such a pain to ask the feline to learn sign language just to communicate with him. Nevertheless, Fragglerock still decided to look into it, just in case. Both for his own curiosity, and also just in case he stumbled across anyone else that was mute, or even deaf.

Occasionally when the boy stumbled across the scent of other members of The Golden Eye, he would decide to follow. Mainly so he could say hi, and also because he didn"/ know the territory all that well, at least not yet. Today he had decided to do so with Aesior's scent, having stumbled across the other's trail while exploring the rocky plains. He found himself wincing a little when he followed it and found Cleo's scent trailing not far behind as well, but that was okay, he wouldn't allow himself to be intimidated. Besides... Arlo was there, which meant that he was safe. Cleopatra wouldn't do anything in front of the leader... right? These thoughts drifted from his mind when he finally reached where Aesior and the other were, Frag's ears drooping when he saw the state that the other was in. He was unable to read what the mute feline had written, but it didn't take much to figure out that Aesior was upset, and needed some kind of support. With this in mind, Fragglerock took a few more hops forward, leaning over to try and give one of Aesior's legs a soft hug. As he did so, he found himself muttering, "I'm sorry, Aesior... I hope that you feel better soon." He wished he could've helped out more, but hopefully his comfort would work out alright.

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