[ this city was way kinder than no man's land was. he can't imagine what Garrett's City was like--but it couldn't have been good, either. why else would someone like garrett turn the way he did? stealing to live, trusting noone but himself--it was absolutely the sign of a man who had surroundings that were cruel, so they made him grow a hard shell, as well.
His eyes flicker a little in the darkness of the full-moon night, and somewhere far off he swears he can hear the baying of some lonesome hound, and he ... wonders. He honestly wonders if he could do anything. Coming to mind the way he'd try to resonate with other plants while they were struggling through their death knell... he wonders...
His fingers brush against where Garrett's fingers should be. the feathers that flicker and twitch along his wrist and fingers curl in, as if searching for some connection. A light glow surrounding the tips of his fingers as he ... tries to resonate with garrett's spirit, much like he would with the souls of his sisters.
A sort of musical tune would creep up garrett's mind, like he's being surrounded in it, instead of just hearing it. it's low, weak--not at all strong as it might be were garrett a plant, but... ]
I'll keep you company till morning, if nothing else.
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His eyes flicker a little in the darkness of the full-moon night, and somewhere far off he swears he can hear the baying of some lonesome hound, and he ... wonders.
He honestly wonders if he could do anything. Coming to mind the way he'd try to resonate with other plants while they were struggling through their death knell... he wonders...
His fingers brush against where Garrett's fingers should be. the feathers that flicker and twitch along his wrist and fingers curl in, as if searching for some connection. A light glow surrounding the tips of his fingers as he ... tries to resonate with garrett's spirit, much like he would with the souls of his sisters.
A sort of musical tune would creep up garrett's mind, like he's being surrounded in it, instead of just hearing it.
it's low, weak--not at all strong as it might be were garrett a plant, but... ]
I'll keep you company till morning, if nothing else.