AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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Mindless his pursuits of simple pleasure and enjoyment, his days could be endlessly spent come times of harvest in the fields. Or at least, those memories belonged to a heart lost times ago. Shaking his head as a fly buzzed past his ear, tempted to catch it in childish spur of energy. Paw flashing out as it zipped by, sheathed claws itching from dirt and damp grime, pad passing it by as it escaped to live another day. Amused huff leaving cracked lips, his ears would twitch and swivel as he pinpointed Fragglerock. A smile upon his face as he turned to face the other, ear twitching violently as the fly passed him by once again. Muscles lurching as he restrained the urge to slap the pesky bug from the air, attention focusing on the child again. Offering him a proud nod as he glanced to the garden, tail waving as a proud banner.
Blinking as the other offered his aid in fetching water, he would turn his head to look for a bucket. He knew he'd seen one earlier, perhaps it was part of the reason he'd planted here. Finding it, he nodded enthusiastically. Who was he to turn away aid especially when he was so tired? Ears flicking as Cleo came to join the conversation, he looked at the newly planted garden before giving a shrug. If any rabbits or other herbivores made snackfood of his flowers and herbs, he was happy to have given them some nutrition. It was a world where if you didn't eat, you'd be eaten. Offering her a grin at her comments on his work with flowers he would give a soft nod.
Unaware had he been of his onlooker, distant as Vincent had been, he was glad to see the other. He himself was curious of the newcomer, gradually becoming a limb of the group and its members. Tender the warm smile reserved for the silent scarred soldier, curious himself of the other and the story behind his scars and being. Nodding to Fraggle's direction as the other spoke of his own assistance, he would gaze back to the garden, debating what necessities were needed. Water was certainly needed and he was more sore than he wanted to admit. Pointing a stiff paw to the bucket, he laid an ear down with an apologetic wince. He hated to ask anyone to do anything to help him but since there was an offer ... he'd accept both offers.
Blinking as the other offered his aid in fetching water, he would turn his head to look for a bucket. He knew he'd seen one earlier, perhaps it was part of the reason he'd planted here. Finding it, he nodded enthusiastically. Who was he to turn away aid especially when he was so tired? Ears flicking as Cleo came to join the conversation, he looked at the newly planted garden before giving a shrug. If any rabbits or other herbivores made snackfood of his flowers and herbs, he was happy to have given them some nutrition. It was a world where if you didn't eat, you'd be eaten. Offering her a grin at her comments on his work with flowers he would give a soft nod.
Unaware had he been of his onlooker, distant as Vincent had been, he was glad to see the other. He himself was curious of the newcomer, gradually becoming a limb of the group and its members. Tender the warm smile reserved for the silent scarred soldier, curious himself of the other and the story behind his scars and being. Nodding to Fraggle's direction as the other spoke of his own assistance, he would gaze back to the garden, debating what necessities were needed. Water was certainly needed and he was more sore than he wanted to admit. Pointing a stiff paw to the bucket, he laid an ear down with an apologetic wince. He hated to ask anyone to do anything to help him but since there was an offer ... he'd accept both offers.
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