Moonspear Heyday

jr's words seemed to work their magic, and as she watches some of the anxious tension in seal's face fade, feels the wrap of the other girl's arm 'round her's, jr relaxes.

-we'll make it right. we'll make it better.- though, the 'grave' had looked like it'd been apart of whatever had happened to scar the spear's side.

jr takes a few steps back to admire her handiwork as seal approaches with gifts, one right after the other. a few brightly colored blooms, a small field mouse and smooth rocks to make a small stack; a curiosity to jr, though she does not ask.

she studies seal's contribution with a noise of approval.

-it looks real good, seal.-