hurriedly, though, as to not make a fool of himself ( and, thus, his father ) the boy scuttles to the shells and carefully plucks one from the pile. while evyindr talks softly to the wounded leader, he studiously fills the shell and begins to turn - only to be interrupted by the plop of her shoulder sliding back into place. it shocks the boy and he jerks, sending the little bowl of water splashing onto the earth. his stomach churns and he grits his jaw, ears nestling further into his curled fur. crap he thinks, face warming as he carefully gathers the bowl once more. afraid to look up at the trio. afraid to see if they're angry. i'm making a mess. but despite the way the world has gone a bit foggy at the edges, he forces himself to mechanically go back to the water and fill a bowl before coming up beside the medic. sorry. he whispers, setting it down gently and letting his gaze drift anxiously to morrigan. it's horrifying to see her here, in this condition, and he can feel his heartbeat start kicking into overdrive. lions kill lions, he reminds himself. y'okay miss morrigan? he asks her, brows knitting together and voice thick as he struggles to crush down the growing unease.
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Though the air is still warm and the sun is bright, the summer is beginning to wane and, with it, the humidity has started to die down. It is a welcomed relief for the inhabitants of the jungle, as more moderate weather will mean that the rainforest will not feel quite as stifling, as well as those from the desert, who's early autumn will see calm winds and mild nights. For the rest of the peninsula, the change in seasons will be gradual, hinting towards the colder months that are soon to come.
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02-14-2023, 11:19 PM
YOU YOUNG, YOUNG BLOOD
CODE BY SPU + ART BY NR@Talisa lingers outside the den only a moment, a prayer on her lips, and the valentine boy feels as if he's spying on some secret, tender moment. feeling awkward, alastor thinks he should go - but @Eyvindr notices him first. and when the healer's gaze turns to the boy, he pauses with his ears tipping back to his skull. sheepish that he's been caught. expecting to be told to get out, he begins to step back - but then the medic bids him to help. o-oh. he chirps, clearing his throat and stepping out from where he'd been leaning dramatically to see the bloodied queen. ofcourse. it's a rapid mumble because the blood is making him nauseous and he's just seeing his mother laying there instead of @Morrigan.
hurriedly, though, as to not make a fool of himself ( and, thus, his father ) the boy scuttles to the shells and carefully plucks one from the pile. while evyindr talks softly to the wounded leader, he studiously fills the shell and begins to turn - only to be interrupted by the plop of her shoulder sliding back into place. it shocks the boy and he jerks, sending the little bowl of water splashing onto the earth. his stomach churns and he grits his jaw, ears nestling further into his curled fur. crap he thinks, face warming as he carefully gathers the bowl once more. afraid to look up at the trio. afraid to see if they're angry. i'm making a mess. but despite the way the world has gone a bit foggy at the edges, he forces himself to mechanically go back to the water and fill a bowl before coming up beside the medic. sorry. he whispers, setting it down gently and letting his gaze drift anxiously to morrigan. it's horrifying to see her here, in this condition, and he can feel his heartbeat start kicking into overdrive. lions kill lions, he reminds himself. y'okay miss morrigan? he asks her, brows knitting together and voice thick as he struggles to crush down the growing unease.
hurriedly, though, as to not make a fool of himself ( and, thus, his father ) the boy scuttles to the shells and carefully plucks one from the pile. while evyindr talks softly to the wounded leader, he studiously fills the shell and begins to turn - only to be interrupted by the plop of her shoulder sliding back into place. it shocks the boy and he jerks, sending the little bowl of water splashing onto the earth. his stomach churns and he grits his jaw, ears nestling further into his curled fur. crap he thinks, face warming as he carefully gathers the bowl once more. afraid to look up at the trio. afraid to see if they're angry. i'm making a mess. but despite the way the world has gone a bit foggy at the edges, he forces himself to mechanically go back to the water and fill a bowl before coming up beside the medic. sorry. he whispers, setting it down gently and letting his gaze drift anxiously to morrigan. it's horrifying to see her here, in this condition, and he can feel his heartbeat start kicking into overdrive. lions kill lions, he reminds himself. y'okay miss morrigan? he asks her, brows knitting together and voice thick as he struggles to crush down the growing unease.