Honeyed Pasture Meet me at the sunrise

The airy voice greeted him—causing his brows to lift as her gentle demeanour unfolded before him, wiping any doubt he held that she was here rather than in the Copse. Naturally, Pippin remained suspicious for only a moment, though forced himself to visibly relax.

If he could ever be honest with himself, he would realize perhaps just how damaged his psyche and trust for others was.

“Life is… Continuous,” he finalized, a smirk quirking at his tainted muzzle. “And so I consider it just fine, then.” He paused. “And you?”