estorie: ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ (ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ)

[personal profile] estorie 2023-10-20 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ it must be like the Stargazers, he thinks. he's not sure if anyone else could travel by them, but the feeling of disappearing and reappearing somewhere else ... surely such a thing is a universal sensation. and yet he grasps a warm hand (they always seem warmer than his own, perhaps he is just naturally cold to the touch,) and it's not exactly like the Stargazers.

he does. stumble. a tiny bit. when they arrive. wherever ... they arrive. he needs a moment. adapts quick, but he needs a moment. he blinks a few times, clears his head. he looks around. there's grass, gravel, a path, trees off in the distance, he can hear the sound of the wind rustling in the leaves and the crinkling of them under his boot and the distant sound of baby goats, and--


...


hopefully his friend doesn't take offense to being almost immediately abandoned but lbr the potential petting of wee baby goats is always going to take priority over politeness. ]
estorie: ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ (ᴀᴘᴀᴛʜʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀɪsᴇ)

[personal profile] estorie 2023-10-26 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ he has found them! the baby goats! there are so many of them. he feels moderately overwhelmed. the urge to beckon them closer, to reach out and touch their soft baby goat coats, to chase and be chased around a big open field ... ah. it would be so nice. a very nice thought indeed.

instead, once he's found them, he's leaning against the small wooden fence and just. watching. a small hint of a smile on his face, appreciating the cuteness. oh, even the thought of holding a little baby chick, a small baby bunny! how delightful it must be! ]


They're very small. [ smaller than he was anticipating. his fingers twitch - should he pet them? his left arm spasms, sparks. he might frighten them. ] How do you hold them? [ the bunnies ... or the goats ... you know either or. ]