Hoshor Plains made simple intricate paper bloom bleed red
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kjalarr makes a contemplative noise in the back of his throat — partially a grunt and partially a hum — as she gives her deduction that summer tends to cause her thoughts to wonder. she adds her belief that its why they feel compelled to travel as well. though it is not precisely why he travels at the current moment in his life, he cannot help but think that perhaps there is some truth to her words. there is a lackadaisical freedom to summer that does not exist in the harsher months of winter where food is scarce and the risk of freezing to death is a very real threat. food is plentiful and if one is growing overheated there are plenty of water sources to cool off in. these days, for him, travel does not hold the same allure that it once held. to a much younger, much more innocent kjalarr. he travels with several different purposes in his mind, each vying for his attention and demanding his time. some are more practical at the current moment than others. these days, he's travel weary. he's ready to find a place to rest for a bit. to finish regrouping and stake a claim.

his caribbean eye catches the movement as she settles down upon her haunches. it's been quite some time since kjalarr could be considered an overly social creature. it'd taken some time to get himself back into a good headspace after leaving potema and he knows he's still not the same. perhaps he never will be. the tip of his tail brushes the very edge of carving she left on his flesh left to the careless breeze and it jolts him back to the present conversation. partially blind eye, the iris frosted with pale ice and iridescent fog focuses on poet's writhing shadow though it is hard at times to find her shape among the shivering shadows of the grasses. "i am kjalarr." he offers in return as a platinum silver ear idly swivels to the side, alert for any potential nearing of a bison herd. it was a false alarm; the sound had been the noise of a grasshopper's wings as it flies past him and lands amidst the grasses.

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RE: made simple intricate paper bloom bleed red - by Kjalarr - July 18, 2018, 03:54 AM