Whitebark Stream red sun rises

veksar followed.

he didn't feel proud of himself like he thought he'd be the day he finally told one of his elder siblings to suck it. instead, it made him feel awkward and weirdly empty. unfulfilling. he regretted it. then again, he regretted a lot of things.

the trio came upon an ice river that star eater seemed familiar with. it still didn't smell like much; just cold wind and winterberry, and the earthy, mucky stench of fish in the water. he sat when asked simply because he was asked, and he wished he could've smacked himself for it.

because he kept touching me, he says simply, plainly. what was there to misunderstand about it? better yet, why did he expect this caveman lady to understand the complexities of being a crownore? an ashen ear flicked. and because it wouldn't have been appropriate to continue. i'm not violent unless i need to be.