Jade Fern Grove Not a yes sir, not a follower.

his body wants for something, and it draws him from swiftcurrent creek again, a lazy arc toward the bypass. would alarian be there, or near enough to be found? that is the issue with these long distance affairs. he does not have the means to send a letter. (perhaps, he thinks, eyeing a nearby grouse, he needs to find a bird to use for such things -- he's heard of some that can communicate with more intelligent beings.) in a way this is part of the thrill, waiting for clandenstine meetings, unable to know ahead of time if they'll cross wires or not. 

but today it seems his journey will be interrupted, as he enters the grove. his usual attentive nature is distracted by thinking of his paramour, quite unlike him. he sways near a tree, letting the feel of the ferns brush against him and -- trips over a napping body. instantly he scrambles to his feet, shooting a good distance away if he does not meet resistance from the victim of his wandering paws, fur ruffled to comic effect. "oi," the messeda boy snaps impatiently, "that's a dangerous  spot for a nap!"