Hushed Willows sad humming all the time

no worries, angel -- i'd love an updated thread w them! :3

he is met with a paw against the nose, easily stopped. maybe he still doesn't get the rules--the other boy asks him a question instead. atwood sits back and looks thoughtful. what does he like to play? sundance likes to roughhouse, but he's always felt half-hearted about the whole affair. "i like... talkin'," atwood offers, after a pause, "and, um. lookin' at things. like...

atwood looks around, eyes landing on a nearby mushroom, sprouted recently from a rainstorm. "that," he says triumphantly, going to inspect it. "it's.. small, and strange. not there before, i don't think... it makes everythin' diff'rent." curiously he looks to the other boy to see if he tracks atwoods logic here, how wondrous and strange the landscape of elysium is, how worth studying.