Sun Mote Copse I thought my world was crumbling

Eljay was fussing over the garden a lot lately. It was almost as if it was a metaphor of some sort -- something that he could use to make his life seem better, somehow, some grand reason to stay here. And it was, in some way, because Weejay was his biggest reason to stay (next to believing that the ones he wanted to go to didn't want him around, anyway). He thought of the conversation with Phox, and how he still needed to talk to Weejay about things. But then again, what was there left to talk about? And would she try to argue him again if he tried to convince her that she was reason enough to stick around? That they didn't want him, anyway?

While pondering over these thoughts and lapping up some of the water still soaking the garden -- as if that would make the dead flowers come to live again, somehow, as if it would really make a difference -- he saw Fennec's approach. He honestly didn't know Fennec all that well. Eljay chuffed, honestly not entirely sure how well she could see -- or smell or hear -- that he was close and how close he was, and waited to hear if she was visiting for any particular reason or just passing by.