Emberwood Birds of a feather flocked together

thanks for the thread <3

Carnelian hadn’t realized he had stopped breathing until his breath whooshed from him in a huff to follow the retreating form of Dusty Rose. The interaction had been odd, both parties not sure of the other, though at least one third was more than willing to make nice and have some fun.

He would have, too, had Dusty Rose followed suit and played. But, it couldn’t be helped, now. He was gone.

Maybe, someday.

Eyes found their mirrored twins as the siblings looked at each other, the young mouse looking dejected. They had been in such a good mood despite the situations at hand—now, they both felt a little rejected. They were just kids, after all.