zephyr
They like shiny things indeed. "Yeah, I think that's a bit'uv the problem," you call back, humor in your voice as you maintain your staring contest with the inquisitive cloud wyrm. "Got a right lot'a nice rocks this fella sees in'erested in. Ain't ya, Flufernugget?"
Having so christened the cloud wyrm, you slowly inch your arm out to grab one of the little stones that twinkles at the corner of your eye. You don't want to upset him - in addition to being dangerously close to your masculinity, it's also adorable - and so you make your motions smooth and gradual- but the stone remains out of reach.
"Damn," you curse in a low rumble, not sure if your observer can hear. "Eh, reckon y'can toss me somethin' t'give as a peace offerin'? Hopin' t'get this fella on his way before he claws my junk."
Having so christened the cloud wyrm, you slowly inch your arm out to grab one of the little stones that twinkles at the corner of your eye. You don't want to upset him - in addition to being dangerously close to your masculinity, it's also adorable - and so you make your motions smooth and gradual- but the stone remains out of reach.
"Damn," you curse in a low rumble, not sure if your observer can hear. "Eh, reckon y'can toss me somethin' t'give as a peace offerin'? Hopin' t'get this fella on his way before he claws my junk."
give your heart to a wanderer
who found your soul and called it home
who found your soul and called it home
