Deepwood Weald and between offering and banquet

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it takes him longer than it should — mind cottony and unfocused — to realize a light mist had started. he doesn't even feel it, fur already clumped and damped, looking as unattractive as a cat that just got a bath. he stumbles and pauses, pressing his shoulder against a tree trunk for support. there is a small swell of relief to be found in the small rest; jade eyes closing against the strange mist-laden world as survival and the desperate need for rest go to war within him.

he is miserable and only want to sink down in the soft, damp moss and sleep.

his body slides down, bark of the tree ruffling the fur, snagging damp tendrils as he convinces himself that he'll just rest for a few moments, just a few —

a noise penetrates the sirensong of sleep; somehow breaking through the cottony buzz of his head despite that it was ginger; soft as the brush of a feather. he takes a deep breath, slightly pained as it, damp and cool, settles into his lungs. he does not have the strength to return it but does not doubt that he is hard to miss.