Chatting away to the cat and fox about this and that, the soft murmurings were mostly about how amazing both were, giggling under his breath about claws or tails. His head glanced up from his careful work of tending to the animals once Glas announced he hadn’t been, mouth rounding into a little ‘o’ of surprise. “It’s really nice there! Well, except for the ursurs.” Shrugging those notions off as if they weren’t a big deal, he was his parents’ son, he listened to the story instead.
The story itself seemed quite sad – his imagination running rampant on the fringes of owners passing and families incapable of taking the creature in. His gaze went back and forth, from cat to crafter, before granting the little tabby a light hug. “Wow, so you were really awesome for taking him in. You’re a good person!” he offered in grins and smiles for someone he’d just met.
The story itself seemed quite sad – his imagination running rampant on the fringes of owners passing and families incapable of taking the creature in. His gaze went back and forth, from cat to crafter, before granting the little tabby a light hug. “Wow, so you were really awesome for taking him in. You’re a good person!” he offered in grins and smiles for someone he’d just met.
erebos
and then we dream so much
