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﹙a quiet growl past lips, body twisting in an attempt to dump the offer back into bucket —— albeit an inevitable failure. defeated.. a sigh, before he nods﹚
fine.. i'll keep .. for other kids. thank you
﹙overprotective hand hovers over the two obsidian feathered beings ﹚ small problem .. to fix .. one can w - watch the kitchen .. we have — h - have plenty that care for animals.
enlist them .. problem fixed.. 's too cold outside 💦
" cronan stop letting animals into the manor " inside warm.. perfect for them.. the forest isn't safe.
﹙wild animals of all sizes. there's even two crows on his shoulder﹚
﹙a glint in eye .. even if for a small second, lips quirk upwards at such small, selfless act. head shakes slowly, and he carefully fishes the sweets back out﹚ don't really got a sweet.. tooth .. you eat 'em f - for .. me & tell me .. how they taste. it's * yours.
﹙quiet inspection of held bucket, cranium tilted to side in confusion. there is a few seconds of silence until the silent request clicks — helped by the already few goods in the bucket. hands pat down worn jacket for anything he can offer.. coming up empty handed﹚
.. sorry
﹙there is enough cruelty in mankind that roams the lands .. and perhaps, in a way — his kindness is an atonement for his own sins. hat holds steady until small frame slithers beneath protection, only beginning the painfully slow ascend back onto feet.
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Replying to @inclusasmemoria
(She wonders… What fate befell him?)
“Who might my helper be, dear specter?”
cronan .. of ■■■■ ■■■■■■.
﹙words disappear into the roaring flame caged within undead chest, squeezing at withered heart. the winds whistle a sad tune — slithering through mix of bark & open spots in limbs like a flute.
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﹙there is a rule amongst patrolmen and rangers that dwell more within forests than the village. as one does in human household: there is a certain respect to pay the paths one walks.
as withered his soul may be, his mind
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carefully and slowly, a hand rises towards own head to remove hat. held from the top, he brings it over to the mushroom —— until it too blocks the rain besides her. ﹚
where .. to .. ﹖
﹙there is no other questions, no
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