[gge] sticks and stones and nature's own

kaimana

how beautiful the leaves grow old

So Loren's here.

Surrounded by bees.

Because, y'know. Bees.

You have nothing against the intrusion, though, especially because the summoner has brought along so many charming companions. "Hullo, Loren! Astra!" Your greeting is as chipper as ever, though for once you don't stop what you're doing.

Which isn't to say you won't accept help. Taking the shaven stick from Loren, you begin to rub sandpaper along it, falling easily into companionship and cooperation. "I'm makin' a present," you tell him between actions, leaning over to nuzzle Astra with your head given that your hands are currently occupied. "A bed for a griffin named Isuma. It's part'a a human gift givin' ritual. Why do you have so many friends? Are they tryin'a pollinate you?"

how full of light and color are their last days