then it becomes a problem ⚘ mail delivery (open) (GE)

[FRAGGLEROCK.]

All in all, Fragglerock knew very little about what made up Aesior's past. However, that had never been much of a big deal to him. He could hardly remember his own past, after all, so why go poking around in someone else's? Besides, no matter what might have happened in Aesior's past, the feline was now a valued member of The Golden Eye, and also practically a father to Frag. So, the boy preferred to focus on the present, and all that he had gained because of Aesior, and The Golden Eye as a whole. Unfortunately, it didn't seem as though the past could leave the other alone forever. It was almost ironic, how Aesior's past had chosen to rear its ugly head, just as Fraggle's loomed over him, growing closer and closer each day – not that the boy had any idea of this. The eyes that seemed to follow him everywhere he went were surprisingly stealthy, and they knew when to strike. He wouldn't know they were there until they wanted him to, and by then? Well, by then, they'd have all the power.

His own worries were not on Fraggle's mind at this moment, however. Instead, his focus was on Aesior, and the scent of death that he had caught onto lingering nearby. He had initially come rushing over in a panic, thinking that someone or something had somehow gotten to the other. When he arrived, though, he saw that it wasn't Aesior that was hurt. Instead, it was a raven. Not just any raven, though. This one seemed to be special, if the way the mute was stroking lovingly at its wing was anything to go by. Not quite noticing the letters that sat nearby just yet, Frag took a small step forward, pressing himself into Aesior's side in a way that he hoped was comforting. He questioned softly, his blue gaze lingering on the raven, "Aesior...? What happened? Was this your pet?" The boy had noticed the other scent that clung to the raven's feathers, but it wasn't as if he could identify it. Fragglerock hardly knew the scents of the major groups within the Beyond, there was no way he'd be able to identify the scent of the grims. No, instead, the scent was meant as a message only to Aesior, and the young rabbit had no way of knowing that. He didn't know the significance of the whole situation. Instead, he thought Aesior was merely upset over his pet being killed, seemingly by some wandering hunter that had thought little of it.

☆ — what of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful?