it is his first of many meetings, a gathering that while it was made of same species garnered a different reaction from the child. he doesn't quite understand his place as prince yet, nor does the customs of what his mothers lineage set before them has established long before his coming. it is an act that would be frowned upon by many, maybe even garnering a smack from a prude elder in some cultures. but for aster, it is simply just habit as his frame weaves in-between his mothers legs. curious frame pressing tightly unto her forearm in a loving nuzzle. whats this mama? it is but a whisper among the crowd as the cub-pups muzzle tips upwards in a question glance, frazzled features gleaming with a sort of curiosity that only a child could hold. he wonders briefly if @Úlla will make him leave. join the fray or perhaps depart back to their den, but for now what will a bit of cubish curiosity hurt?
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June Y13
Summer
With the last of the rainfall seeming to have swept across the peninsula, summer days await! The days are warm, though comfortable, and peeter off into more mild evenings while the humidity remains low. It is the perfect inbetween until things transition towards more sweltering temperatures, so best enjoy it while it is here.
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11-03-2021, 10:57 AM
he doesn't belong among the crowd. however could he? there was such a difference between him and them, but no matter how big they were and how small he was. aster would always feel at home, feel, no, believe that he was just as identical to each and every body that bemused within a sea of faces. aster would and always would be a lion at heart, and no one could ever convince him otherwise. no matter how hard they denied and tried. he was hers, and she was his - wherever they would go so would the cub-pup coming in toe.
it is his first of many meetings, a gathering that while it was made of same species garnered a different reaction from the child. he doesn't quite understand his place as prince yet, nor does the customs of what his mothers lineage set before them has established long before his coming. it is an act that would be frowned upon by many, maybe even garnering a smack from a prude elder in some cultures. but for aster, it is simply just habit as his frame weaves in-between his mothers legs. curious frame pressing tightly unto her forearm in a loving nuzzle. whats this mama? it is but a whisper among the crowd as the cub-pups muzzle tips upwards in a question glance, frazzled features gleaming with a sort of curiosity that only a child could hold. he wonders briefly if @Úlla will make him leave. join the fray or perhaps depart back to their den, but for now what will a bit of cubish curiosity hurt?
it is his first of many meetings, a gathering that while it was made of same species garnered a different reaction from the child. he doesn't quite understand his place as prince yet, nor does the customs of what his mothers lineage set before them has established long before his coming. it is an act that would be frowned upon by many, maybe even garnering a smack from a prude elder in some cultures. but for aster, it is simply just habit as his frame weaves in-between his mothers legs. curious frame pressing tightly unto her forearm in a loving nuzzle. whats this mama? it is but a whisper among the crowd as the cub-pups muzzle tips upwards in a question glance, frazzled features gleaming with a sort of curiosity that only a child could hold. he wonders briefly if @Úlla will make him leave. join the fray or perhaps depart back to their den, but for now what will a bit of cubish curiosity hurt?