Lake Rodney shapeshift conductor for your spark

for @Cypress ! ♥

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Mato slips out of the Fen’s well marked borders without trouble. He does not know if he manages it undetected but if someone saw him they had not risen any alarm to stop him. He does not deign to stray and nor venture too far. He keeps true to his silent oath despite that his paws carry him out of sight of the Fen’s borders and towards Lake Rodney. Wild flowers had begun to bloom, combating with bleak, last remaining vestiges of winter as they stubbornly clings to the earth with a myriad of brilliant colors: some candescent compared to the lackluster of others painted in achromatic pastels. Still, he relishes in the beauty of spring yet to come to full flourish. He is a titan of nature’s own creation. The stars, the earth, the sea — though he has never lain eye upon it he very much desires to! — he believes they are all connected by the cosmos and thus he adores it all.

His steps do not falter as he approaches the bank of the lake and steps off of it and wades into the waters. It ripples around him as he moves forth until he can stand no more and swims the rest of the way to the island the lake provides. When he reaches it he pulls himself up onto the bank of the island, weighed down by the water that slicks his pelage against musculature hardening as it sheds it soft roundness of childhood. He gives his pelage a fierce shake before he draws his salmon pink tongue across his jowls and turns his green gaze to the crowning jewel of Lake Rodney. This is what he has come to see in all of it’s archaic glory and he is only further impressed by a closer proximity. It is amidst the crown jewel’s twisted and ancient roots that he settles into a sphinx-like position enjoying the pioneered moments of (stolen) peace.

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