and yes i've been changing. for me, not for you
His arrival is rather unceremonious and rather quiet.
Like usual, Oliver had chosen to escape out of his shop and the manor- traveling into the glade for some relief. He didn't like planning his outings- allowing his intuition and curiosity to take over and be his guide. It started out just like any other outting- Oliver would look around as he walked for anything to take back home. A couple of flowers to be crushed into pigments, two small gems that were perfect for the hilt of a blade, and then a flower that held bountiful seeds within its petals that would hopefully provide a great amount of color for the manor.
It seemed that luck was in his favor, leading to him to see a familiar figure in the distance. Oliver had initially planned on shifting- going for a hunt or seeing what all he could explore using his shifts, but plans had already changed.
Walking over towards the figure, Oliver shifted his ears to match that of his fox shift, allowing him to better hear the mournful song.
It took all his might to not allow his emotions to seep through the bond, preserving this moment for Amalia so that she could release everything pent up inside of her until she eventually fell silent. And so he waited for her to speak, to get up and leave, but instead she remained by the sapling: one freshly planted.
A soft sigh leaves his lips as Oliver makes his way over to Amalia. Once a few feet away he speaks out. "Mind if I sit down and join you?" He tried to speak soft and gentle, hoping to not startle her or make her feel any worse than she already felt.
Like usual, Oliver had chosen to escape out of his shop and the manor- traveling into the glade for some relief. He didn't like planning his outings- allowing his intuition and curiosity to take over and be his guide. It started out just like any other outting- Oliver would look around as he walked for anything to take back home. A couple of flowers to be crushed into pigments, two small gems that were perfect for the hilt of a blade, and then a flower that held bountiful seeds within its petals that would hopefully provide a great amount of color for the manor.
It seemed that luck was in his favor, leading to him to see a familiar figure in the distance. Oliver had initially planned on shifting- going for a hunt or seeing what all he could explore using his shifts, but plans had already changed.
Walking over towards the figure, Oliver shifted his ears to match that of his fox shift, allowing him to better hear the mournful song.
It took all his might to not allow his emotions to seep through the bond, preserving this moment for Amalia so that she could release everything pent up inside of her until she eventually fell silent. And so he waited for her to speak, to get up and leave, but instead she remained by the sapling: one freshly planted.
A soft sigh leaves his lips as Oliver makes his way over to Amalia. Once a few feet away he speaks out. "Mind if I sit down and join you?" He tried to speak soft and gentle, hoping to not startle her or make her feel any worse than she already felt.
smile for the camera, it's just a shot in the dark
