AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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Curious would soon come the other, wandering along the waters edge before the familiar scent of rot lured him in. He knew the scent behind it - it belonged to Lorelei. Approaching from among frost-brittle reeds, Tom's head would appear with a soft sneeze at the scent. He hadn't tangled with the dead and rotting in so long. Closing his eyes for a moment as he fought off another sneeze, paw raised mid air as if to make an apology for the startling sound as a second and third sneeze rapidly made their presence known. Ears flicking in embarrassment, rubbing his nose on his paw, stepping closer as tarragon sprigs appeared within his fur. He was curious to know what she was doing, and his only thought was that he hoped it wouldn't chase away viable fish.
Pausing in his wordless thoughts, he would snort, well, the rotting that had fallen within the water was well and all - it provided nutrients as strange as it may be. That and a strange source of bait for the hungry spawning fish. Head turned back to Lorelei, he would make quick work of pulling out his notebook and tapping the written section where tarragon had been placed, the description itself reading his interest in what she was doing, he was curious to a fault.
Tarragon - curiosity/of interest
Pausing in his wordless thoughts, he would snort, well, the rotting that had fallen within the water was well and all - it provided nutrients as strange as it may be. That and a strange source of bait for the hungry spawning fish. Head turned back to Lorelei, he would make quick work of pulling out his notebook and tapping the written section where tarragon had been placed, the description itself reading his interest in what she was doing, he was curious to a fault.
Tarragon - curiosity/of interest
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