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❝ (I hope now that Dawnglare is back, you can get that leg properly looked at) ❞
The purr had been barely acknowledged; barely receptive to reddened ears. He hadn't wanted to hear it, had no desire to amidst the collection of other things to concern himself with. The tale Blaise spun with his tired webs, the promotion of a strange pair, red sun hiding an ever-present gloom in those eyes, cream-flecked– flaxen fur, a witch who spoke little more than nonsense, spoke of fab honors, whatever that was. He could only pray it wasn't a hex set upon Blaise's unknowing soul. There's a certain weight to such a thing, detectable if you know how to look... A narrowed gaze settles upon him, and then it softens, furrowed brows washed away with a gentle wind.
A placid smile settles on his face, mood whips into something fuzzy, worn cotton fluffed into something soft and pliant. Fickle, these things were. His paws press into the ground, knead and caress at the dirt underneath. It's disgusting, it's pleasant... something strange warms his spine. Ice-capped hues crinkle at the edges, delight, something else. The meeting is adjourned– he'd hardly noticed at first– dispersed from that thick mass of writhing shape into smaller, more manageable little things. He skips toward her, speaker of tongues, eyes squinted in his smile-of-all-smiles. "I heard– I heard ♪" his words are a strange rise and fall of inflection. Too close, his wavering form moves in and out of her space. "Something happened to little old youu... " the final word is drawn out with a sickly-sweet croon, a tilt of his head to accompany it (like he liked to do). "Let me see?" he blinks at her, expectant.
[ SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG @~Deersong~ taking place right after the 9/21 meeting <3 ]
The purr had been barely acknowledged; barely receptive to reddened ears. He hadn't wanted to hear it, had no desire to amidst the collection of other things to concern himself with. The tale Blaise spun with his tired webs, the promotion of a strange pair, red sun hiding an ever-present gloom in those eyes, cream-flecked– flaxen fur, a witch who spoke little more than nonsense, spoke of fab honors, whatever that was. He could only pray it wasn't a hex set upon Blaise's unknowing soul. There's a certain weight to such a thing, detectable if you know how to look... A narrowed gaze settles upon him, and then it softens, furrowed brows washed away with a gentle wind.
A placid smile settles on his face, mood whips into something fuzzy, worn cotton fluffed into something soft and pliant. Fickle, these things were. His paws press into the ground, knead and caress at the dirt underneath. It's disgusting, it's pleasant... something strange warms his spine. Ice-capped hues crinkle at the edges, delight, something else. The meeting is adjourned– he'd hardly noticed at first– dispersed from that thick mass of writhing shape into smaller, more manageable little things. He skips toward her, speaker of tongues, eyes squinted in his smile-of-all-smiles. "I heard– I heard ♪" his words are a strange rise and fall of inflection. Too close, his wavering form moves in and out of her space. "Something happened to little old youu... " the final word is drawn out with a sickly-sweet croon, a tilt of his head to accompany it (like he liked to do). "Let me see?" he blinks at her, expectant.
[ SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG @~Deersong~ taking place right after the 9/21 meeting <3 ]