August 29, 2023, 09:57 AM
RO but single replies welcome - just inspired this morning <3
sapphique’s little pebbles grew swiftly. astera and ravin made seaflower their homestead. chiro and chani grew into their ears and feet, limbs long and gangly as they neared adolescence.
soon they would move to the rendezvous. the mossy boughs of mireille’s chosen densite were worn with puppy teeth and scratches. real estate in the cozy eaves of their birthplace was becoming scarce.
for little @Astera, val left the denwarming gift of a well-worn stag antler. he’d found it in the deep of the sequoia forest, its ivory surface green with moss.
for @Ravin, who val did not know so well, he left an elk’s ear. its velveteen surface was prime chewing material - he hoped ravin would enjoy it as much as he’d enjoyed gnawing on them as a child.
for chacal’s children, val was picky. @Chani was given the purloined pelvic arch of a whalebone. he’d seen her play near the beach with astera and miette — and he wondered if she would grow to love the sea as her mother and grandmes did.
for @Chiro, he had to find something that matched the magnificence of chani’s gift, without robbing her of awe by competition. here he placed a hawk’s gnarled limb, still tufted with feathers and hard talons.
for @Chantale, no measley gift would do. he found a pink seashell, its underside darkening in ombré streaks of crimson.
@Thibault had no such love for the ocean. for his son, val hunted the terrestrial and proffered an ornate box turtle shell. inside rattled loosened bones, which clanged delightfully when shaken.
miette was left a shark’s tooth; befitting for her toothsome personality, which often set upon the skin of her siblings.
for @Tousaint, val brought a fox’s tail, bright and bushy with autumn hues to keep him warm in the coming months.
and to mireille and chacal val supplanted the small fruits of his hunting labors — a pheasant and hare each.
when he was done his muscles were weary from his efforts — he fell asleep curled nose to tail at the foot of the densite, his sides steadily rising and falling as dreams descended upon him.
NEGATIVITY, WE JUST DEAD IT LIKE D-CON.
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