Hushed Willows your arms full of lullabies, orchids and wine

yes! thank you for the thread. i hope this at least counts as guardian for you :-,)

caw nods, completely oblivious to any sort of judgment being pronounced upon him. he scoops his squirrel up in his teeth with a wag of his tail. there will be time to defend the borders later! and orlaith is probably better at it than he is, anyways.

“see you!” he parrots, his words muffled both by accent and squirrel. with a quick glance to vrána to make sure she is still here and ready, he turns his back and trots off into the woods, already chattering eagerly to the crow on his shoulder. he has caches to dig up! hopefully he has marked them well.