Chimera Fields i'm not shy, i'll say it

he trudged along, feet dragging as he drew near to the looming silhouette in the distance. ah, to approach or avoid. to speak or be silent. so many options, so many decisions. an indecisive little thing alphus was, and if given the choice, he rather not make choices at all. where was a coin to flip when he needed one?

the wayward yearling continued to press forward, his intention of finding a cure for his thirst slowly fading as the possibility of entertainment offered a different sort of refreshment to the extroverted wanderer.