Sam
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
It is very odd, to speak without saying. I quite like it, actually. While Sam no longer had to worry about his stutter, he still often found himself hesitating before each sentence, wondering how he was going to manage to mess it up this time.
Because he nearly always did.
But that wasn't the pressing issue right now: jumping from branch to branch was, feeling free and released from his usual fears. As Remi stopped to point out the berries he almost whined, wanting to fly more. But obediantly he did stop and also approach them, nervously taking one and placing it in his mouth.
As soon as he did, could taste the vibrant sweetness, his eyes widened and he fell backward, little body rocking in glee on the branch. Remi's patch had helped him recover some of his taste, yes, but this was another step up entirely; unbidden sense exploding in his mouth. I have not tasted anything so wonderful in years! Oh, I wish I could be a raccoon forever. He was mostly joking.
Thank you for showing me all of this.
