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very_sharpeNow and then, Thomas liked to walk in the woods. He used to go walking on the moors, when the weather was decent. He tried to avoid them when it wasn't - unpleasant memories of trudging along after his father. One such memory of being left behind, of nearly dying.
But today was a good day, and the woods were filled with bird song. Thomas wondered if he could make a bird that was sort of like a music box. He'd have to ask Daine if the sounds seemed right; he wondered if Belle could help him with the smaller pieces.
He paused when he saw... a cabin? He frowned, trying to remember if it had ever been there before. He was positive it hadn't been, he came out here often enough. He felt drawn to move a bit closer, but he was slow, cautious.
But today was a good day, and the woods were filled with bird song. Thomas wondered if he could make a bird that was sort of like a music box. He'd have to ask Daine if the sounds seemed right; he wondered if Belle could help him with the smaller pieces.
He paused when he saw... a cabin? He frowned, trying to remember if it had ever been there before. He was positive it hadn't been, he came out here often enough. He felt drawn to move a bit closer, but he was slow, cautious.
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Date: 2017-08-04 04:30 pm (UTC)Cobweb stopped grooming himself long enough to fuss with Daine's fingers, grooming along her cuticles with gentle nibbles and a quick little tongue in a sort of rattish thank you.
When it was time to return to the cage he was content to do so - he was still rather tired and wanted to sleep, and he wanted to get food on the way. The other three came to the door when he returned, sniffing and touching and, for a moment, they were a pile of fur and naked tails.
"Everything alright?" Thomas asked as he peered out of the kitchen, uncertain if he should interrupt or not. "Would you like some tea?"