zephyr
Quick! Guard your things!
"The fuck?" Blinking, you wake from your nap with a start, not having expected a voice to be yelling at you to guard your shit. Also not expected: a wyrm practically in your lap, its little claws adorably outstretched, frozen in place as though to keep you from noticing it. "Oh. Well. Hullo."
The wyrm blinks, and you blink back, not moving beyond that. Wyrms are largely harmless, you know, but never have you been so very up close and personal with one of the adorable little beasts. Maybe the disembodied voice has advice. "Hey, don't s'pose y'got any tricks to get this fella t'ease off?"
"The fuck?" Blinking, you wake from your nap with a start, not having expected a voice to be yelling at you to guard your shit. Also not expected: a wyrm practically in your lap, its little claws adorably outstretched, frozen in place as though to keep you from noticing it. "Oh. Well. Hullo."
The wyrm blinks, and you blink back, not moving beyond that. Wyrms are largely harmless, you know, but never have you been so very up close and personal with one of the adorable little beasts. Maybe the disembodied voice has advice. "Hey, don't s'pose y'got any tricks to get this fella t'ease off?"
give your heart to a wanderer
who found your soul and called it home
who found your soul and called it home