𓍢ִ𝓯lourish ﹠﹠ 𝓑𝐋𝐎͟𝐎͟𝓜 。

︎ ︎ ︎ ︎⸝⸝ where the yar𝙧͟𝗼͟𝘸 grows Find me beneath the 𝓰rove *̲ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

ᅠ ᅠ 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 , the e͟l͟f͟ k͟i͟n͟g͟ has awoken . ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 , the K͟I͟N͟G͟ is awake . ᅠ ᅠ

ㅤ ❛ do i .ᐣ ... ❜ habit indeed - hard to tell whether he's noticed. still, he shuffles tentatively to the side, as if to give the fox her due, coveted personal space. ❛ 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑦 sorry, my lady. i'll let you yawn in peace. ❜ ㅤ

ㅤ visage the picture of innocence, if such can be applied to this particular stag; dark eyes flicker over, brows shoot up; feign ignorance. ❛ mh .ᐣ ... just minding my business. ❜ ㅤ

ㅤ looks like he's just resisted an impulse to stick his finger in her yawning mouth. glances away. whistles a tune. ㅤ

Cue a little jump , and embarrassed shifting on her feet. " No , no. I do not. I came out out here to feed it. " And yet . . . she had still been talking to it.

" Can you believe this . . . ? " Who is she talking to? The vulture again. It is a terribly good listener — for a bird.

what’s so scary about marriage .ᐣ

ㅤ *☺️ acceptably, as stated prior. itching for a drink of something strong, & can't seem to bloody find any. 𝑦𝑜𝑢 seem in high spirits though .ᐟ before my interference, at least. ㅤ

ㅤ no, but it's an enjoyable side benefit. ㅤ

ㅤ acceptable eve to you, too. ㅤ

my lady! 😊