[gge] sticks and stones and nature's own

kaimana

how beautiful the leaves grow old

Whoops, almost forgot- you signed up for a gift exchanging ritual!

It's fine. It's fine. You've got plenty of time. Thing is, you're not really entirely sure what exactly you're supposed to be doing. Making something, but the request had been a little strange.

How's a kid who sleeps in a pile of brush supposed to make a bed?!

All that said, you aren't off to the worst start, really. You've managed to collect a lovely pile of long pine sticks, and are now careful removing the bark and sanding them down to be soft and smooth. You're about three quarters of the way done at this point, the pile of naked twigs gleaming beside you in the rich, dense grass that naturally sprouts up wherever you sit. It's an almost idyllic scene, really, the curly haired demigod in his field of flowers, sitting cross-legged in dappled sunlight, barel-legged (wearing shorts, you pervert) and barefoot, so focused he does not notice anything around.

how full of light and color are their last days