where do stars go when they cannot fall?

[amethystic]

Who: Felicity and You
What: That goodbye log/plot thing I promised like a month ago-
When: Early Fall/"September"
Where: ????
Warnings: tbd!

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[amethystic]

... Alright.

( except then there is dog tongue against her ear and she squeaks as she pulls back because aaaa? she's used to pearl, not dog!!!

...


pfft. more scritches for beat, then, before she stands up. )

... So, any idea what it is that's calling to me so badly?

[soundsurfing]

[ He takes those scritches thank you very much, then stands himself and stretches. First forward, then backwards, then shakes himself. Pauses to think, then shakes his head. ]

No. Only-

[ Hear is not the right word. Neither is know. It's more instinctual, the way animals can sense an earthquake, or an approaching storm. Something in the air, in the ground, in the soft way the wind sighs through the trees.

Unable to find the word, he digs at the ground in aggravation a little, before looking up at her. ]

Safe, though. [ Which she knows. ]

[amethystic]

Good enough.

( she'd like to think that even with the forest in his brain, he won't lie to her. and if this turns out to be a trap, well...

she has some tricks up her sleeve yet. she'll bring more rot and ruin than the false sun knows how to handle.

...

she steps into the fog.

with the initial pain and dread, it's harder to keep trusting, but- she sees the way. like golden stepping stones shining in the darkness. )

[soundsurfing]

[ Beat won't speak as they set out, letting that time be for her and the others, but he doesn't ignore her. Instead he'll butt his head into the back of her legs sometimes, or go and fetch her something, including one very resigned looking mole.

It's only when she's reached the end of her journey and it's just the two of them again, will he sit himself down and speak. ]

Cozy.

[ Tail wag. He's eying it. ]