Ouroboros Spine i guess i’ll go through life, just catching colds and missing trains

@Kausiut

the eldest baptiste spent his morning the same way he’d spent most mornings; birdwatching. there was always an abundance of them at this time. most idly pecked at the forest floor, for this was one of the only times in the day where they could feed without being crossed by a wolf. that was the conclusion lómion had come to after many days of study anyhow.
the little songbirds were unaware of the boy who watched them through the shrubs.