creature so holy ⚘ return, open (Golden Eye)

[FRAGGLEROCK.]

Aesior may have been worried about being ignored upon his arrival, but Fraggle couldn't even think of doing such a thing. He had missed the other terribly while they were gone, and even if it had hurt when they had left... he could sort of understand it, on some level. It was another thing where he wasn't quite sure why he could understand it, really. He just... he felt like he knew what it was like, feeling the need to run away from the place that you considered home in order to get some sense of clarity. It was another strange sense of deja vu he couldn't explain, but for now he found that he didn't need to explain it. All he needed to know was that Aesior had figured things out, and now he was here to stay. So, the boy felt no hesitation in hugging the feline with all the strength he could muster, a grin pulling at his muzzle as he felt Aesior's gentle pet against his back. It really was like a father returning to their child's side after being away for a long time – that was essentially what it was exactly, although Fragglerock still feared overstepping.

When he pulled away from the other, Fraggle found himself blinking curiously as a book was pushed in front of him. It looked sort of like the notebooks Aesior usually used for communicating, but he didn't see why the other would give him such a thing. So, he pulled the notebook closer, carefully opening it and running his paw over the pages. His blue gaze widened with delighted as soon as he saw what was inside, his attention thoroughly grabbed by the various pressed flowers, and herbs. He grinned up at Aesior after that, his small tail twitching with joy as he spoke, "Thank you, Aesior... I promise I'll put this to good use!" It would take a while before the boy could really amass anything resembling proper "medical knowledge," but he didn't really mind. He was willing to put the time in, especially if it meant that he would eventually be able to help The Golden Eye as a whole. Not only that, but it would give him the chance to work alongside Aesior, and hopefully take a bit of the weight off of his shoulders. Was Fragglerock sure he wanted to dedicate his entire life to medicine? Not really, but that was okay. Having medical knowledge, regardless of if you were a proper medic or not, was never a bad thing.

Frag's attention was finally broken away from the book, however, by the approach of Arlo. While he had known Arlo wasn't a very overly expressive man, he still found himself a bit shocked by the other's reaction. Just a welcome back? Nothing more than that? Fraggle admittedly didn't know the full scope of the situation between Aesior and Arlo, but he knew that they cared about each other. And he especially knew that the vanguard deserved someone who cared about him like Aesior would. Just a simple welcome back wasn't enough to communicate that... it wasn't enough to mend things. With that, the boy sat up and bounced over to where Arlo was, trying to place his small paws against the vanguard's back and attempting to push him in Aesior's direction. As he did so, he spoke in a firm and determined tone, "Arlo! You should go and give him a hug too!" The way that the rabbit was dealing with this was immature, but what could one expect? He was only a few months old, barely in the age range to finally become a proper pebbleclaw – it was natural that he still acted in a childish way.

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