Snowforest Taiga broken boy

your mind is poisoned by delusions. he grunts in the face of her blabbering. masa does not laugh. does not even blink at the woman’s manic declaration.
his eyes remain on lorroakan—watching, weighing. how quickly the boy scurries toward him. how earnestly he pleads. masa’s lips twitch, just slightly. not with amusement. more… resignation.
he is stuck with the runt.
you are already a burden, he states, deadpan. but sighs, deeply, loudly. if he could pinch his brow, he would. but burdens can be carried. if they walk on their own legs. he turns from them both with slow sweep of his tail. the gods. the boy. the madwoman. too many voices. and he does not say goodbye.

exit masa!