Stone Circle mourning dove

approaching footsteps caught alsek’s attention almost immediately. carefully, he turned around, his body using its final energy store to grimace at the woman’s condition. there were wounds on her body, easily seen against the backdrop of otherwise stainless white; are you okay? he asked, forgetting to even introduce himself.

alsek wanted to take a closer look but had recently learned more about boundaries; in a situation such as this, one would do good to keep their distance. still, he couldn’t help but to shift himself sideways for a quick glance before returning to his original position.

he adjusted himself, wincing at the numb pain in his hindlegs. they ached from standing to long, but sitting wasn’t an option because of how easily it could lead to sleep, and sleeping could lead to—

so he decided to deal with the pain, reminding himself that eventually, it would go away again. my name’s alsek, he told her, what’s your name? she was a beautiful woman, just like their matriarch, and so he couldn’t help but to ask.. what kind of flower do you think you are?