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[pyxxiestyxx]

They saw the wonder in your eyes.

You didn't know it was something you needed to protect back then.

How could you?

You were so small, and the world was New. Everything was a first time for you, and you dove into it with aplomb.

Then they decided to use it. It was to help you, they said. A half-truth.

They cut away at your wonder with efficiency and regulation and with never-ending cruelty. They taught you that wondering would only burden you with more knowledge of the tragedies lurking beyond your understanding.

But you deserve better.

You deserve to see the world as it is, and as it can be.

To paint the sky with laughter and color, to dig for mysteries beneath your feet, to ask "why?" and be told something that changes your whole world.

When was the last time you danced in the rain, instead of scowling at it for disrupting your schedule?

When was the last time you drew your dream bedroom, the kind with all manner of impossible features?

When was the last time you laughed, a full, deep-belly kind of laugh, the kind that has you clutching your sides as you wriggle on the ground?

When was the last time you gasped at something amazing?

You can still do those things, you know.

If you chose to. If you missed how it felt. You can feel them again.

Learn to smile at things that you don't understand.

Laugh at the little details that your senses skipped over.

Wonder, little one.

[pyxxiestyxx]

I realize that I'm probably just about the 100 millionth person to ask, and for that I apologize, but for some of the older works, are you still going to update them every now and then? They're are just too amazing for me to not ask. It's probably my own fault for reading Guilty Pleasure in a single day but I can't help but ask.

Hi!

I am currently (to use the scientific terminology) in the process of "being shafted up the ass without lube" by a lot of real life stuff, much like I'm sure quite a few other folks are in the century known as "the 2020's"

As a result, I been very burnt out, so I haven't had the time or the energy to write at the pace I want to :(

That said, I do intend to finish every solo story I've started, which does include Guilty Pleasures. It just might take more time than any of us want it to, unflortunately.

[pyxxiestyxx]

"Awwww, I'm sorry! I'm sure that Precious- that's her new name, since 'Captain Reddick' was a bit too long- would like that, but she's still getting used to her new foreverhab. She's an indoor-only floret until she stops trying to made a 'mega blade' or 'giganta-sword' or whatever it was she called it."

In the window, a very grumpy-looking feral wearing a cat-ear headband and what looks like a shock collar crosses her arms and sulks.

"...Maybe you can visit for a playdate tomorrow; I think it would do Precious good to see how much her little second-in-command has blossomed! Now, go have fun with your friends, petal~!"

[pyxxiestyxx]

Nurse Mommy

"Shhhh...there we are, sweet pea~ let Nurse Mommy take care of it for you~"

*Beep! Beep! Beepbeep!*

You had grimaced at the thermometer, hoping your annoyance would somehow lower your temperature back to healthy levels.

Unfortunately, it remained resolute: you had a fever.

Helpfully, your tablet had immediately pulled up a list of recommended medications to take, provided by your (ugh) Vet.

Unhelpfully, it also voluntold you to visit the nearest hospital. Not that you would have had to walk, of course. An affini would be arriving in less than five minutes to carry you the half-kilometer journey.

"Are we nice and snuggled in? Here, do Nurse Mommy a biiiig favor and squeeze lots of love into Miss Kitty Cat, okay?"

With a sigh, you had gathered a few things and placed them in a bag, then slung the ensemble over your shoulder.

Thankfully, the affini who arrived was rather professional (almost too professional, honestly; she barely spoke, other than to inform you that her name was Marsha.)

Unthankfully, the plant had dropped you off at the floret wing of the hospital. Emblazoned above the door way in a variety of languages were the words:

Sniffles Ward

You frowned, rubbing your nose with the back of your hand. You were barely even sick, for starssakes! You didn't need to be here, you just needed a day or two to rest at home and you'd be fine.

"Oh dearie me, I think that fever is getting a touch worse~ any higher and I'm afraid the best option will be for Nurse Mommy to snuggle in next to you, cutiepie~!"

The receptionist checked you in with a gleaming smile, then led you down the hall and to a...surprisingly comfortable and homey room. Rather than the uncomfortable beds or medical equipment, it looked like the interior of a bedroom...albeit one you might have had at the age of 5 or 7.

You groaned slightly as you relaxed into the bed and under the covers, letting your eyes flutter shut in relief. The blanket felt thick and heavy, creating that kind of warmth that felt incredible to sleep in, without getting sweaty or uncomfortable.

Then a few minutes later the door had opened, and She walked in.

"Good Morning, sweetheart~! My name is Motzie Solatia. I'm here helping fill in while I look after my ward! If that name is a bit too Big for you though, you are free to call me Nurse, or Mommy...or both~!"

You were half delirious by that point, apparently. She told you as such, and She didn't have a reason to lie. She laid a cool wet cloth on your head and gently stroked your cheek, humming a soothing song that reminded you of brighter days.

With a yawn, you let your eyes close comfortably, letting the Nurse handle things. It was all so...easy. So comfortable. Your body didn't want to move, not really. You just wanted to exist and float and be cared for, to be spoonfed bite after bite of soup.

"There we go~ You're looking much better now that we've broken that fera...after we've broken that fever~"

You twitched slightly in your sleep, curled up in the affini's vines as she gently rocked you back and forth.

"Such a brave patient we have today~ don't worry, petal. Nurse Mommy isn't going anywhere for a few hours. Rest, now. You've earned it~"

[pyxxiestyxx]

I think that grocery stores in the Compact eventually would turn into, like, a sort of way for florets to go shopping and socialize and definitely not race the carts down the aisle

And find fun little knick-knacks and toys and treats, and maybe a gift or six to be delivered at various friends, coworkers, connivents, or pinnate's locations

And after they're done, they can race home with their new things so they can excitedly bring them home and have show-and-tell with their Owner(s) and get happy stimmy and babble about all the fun they got to have

[pyxxiestyxx]

Hi hello!

My oldest and longest fic, Five Lives, just updated yesterday!

Chapter 45 - New Perspectives

(it's a banger of a chapter, according to quite a few folks who read it already!)

If you like my lil microfics and things and ever wanted to try out some of my longer things (or if you want to find easy-to-browse collections of my microfics), you're always welcome to browse my Ao3!

[fortmcfuck]

Thinking... about a Floret with photosensitivity issues. Specifically ones that trigger migraines and seizures.

The worst parts USED to be the hardest part of dealing with it you know.

Those moments post-convulsion, mind fogged and vision shaking, muscles and joints aching and burning with neuropathic aftershocks, and by the stars the headaches. The kind that make their skull feel like it's trying to cave in and split open.

When they felt the familiar cold streak of blood on their skin, that burning ache of a new scratch or bruise from the fall...

Or those days spent in bed, feeling that pressure slowly build, until even blinking felt like hot sharp rods of steel in their skull. Cold compresses couldn't help when the meds failed too.

Constantly having to wear polarized eyewear to avoid accidentally flashing themself in the face, forcing them to stick to a specific schedule to ensure they didnt fatigue their eyes and make it easier to suffer the consequences.

The med injections. Needles weren't their favorite but liquid medication worked faster, and they had so much work to do...

Wouldn't let them fly a starship but sure, let's put a "broken machine" to work somewhere in the Terran Accord that's likely to kill them anyways. That's why they got scooped up by the Affini so easily...

The ONE time they skipped their med injections- late to work and already tired from the day before, of course SOME ASSHOLE had to shine that bright ass light in their face and of course the glasses did nothing...

Next thing they knew, there were 3 of those giant- TREE things standing over them, poking and prodding and wrapping wounds, keeping them in the recovery position with a soft lap under their head- one of the Affini had a Floret with them already, one of those adorably annoyingly cute Beeples. Who knew those lil guys were so... fuzzy?

But little questions. Little clarity checks. The year, the time of day, name and age. All while they got patched up, and while luminous eyes carefully examined them.

These health issues always made them feel like a burden.

There wasn't many other Terrans in their workplace who DIDNT take the opportunity to remind them of that every time it happened before.

But...

That time was different.

The hardest parts now were waking up like a grouchy little Khetari getting moved off a comfy spot, wrapped in those silky soft vines like a heavy, chlorophylled blanket.

The pleasant, dulling warmth of Class-Es chasing away the headaches and clearing the fog usually meant a lazy attempt to return to their drug-nap after a roll over and stretch. Without injury to be found, all there was to do after a seizure was sleep it off and rest. Migraines weren't too different in that aspect, they just came with a lot more water being drank first.

But as always, regardless of how long they'd been asleep, the dozing little Floret would be tenderly nudged awake. A finger pleasantly scratching the spot between their shoulder blades or a gentle, massaging pressure against their burning spine.

Those luminous eyes still kept a careful watch on them. It was extra security and comfort for a condition the Affini caretaker probably fussed over more than their own Floret did.

Hard to worry about it anymore when you're a spoiled little thing who hasn't actually even suffered from those neurological conditions since getting adopted...

[pyxxiestyxx]

A feral finally breaking when they realize their body only gets aroused when Owner is around for the feral to hump against

Not realizing that Owner didn't even try and do that, it just kinda fell into their lap unexpectedly and they had a whole other plan involving the feral's trauma and lots of kissing, but honestly they aren't going to complain too hard, y'know?

[hdg-lorets]

Microfic Monday!!

Hi folks! It was wonderful to see your enthusiastic response for the first Microfic Monday, here and over in the community discord.

As a reminder, on Mondays we'll be dropping a prompt, and anyone who would like to participate may answer that prompt with a microfic and post it! Be sure to tag it with #hdgmicroficmonday . There’s no strict limiters on what counts as a microfic, so feel free to take that term however you define it.

This weeks prompt:

Fleeting encounter between independent and affini.

Have fun creating!!

[pyxxiestyxx]

A Floret's Pride

I didn't use to feel this way, y'know?

Pride in myself? Yeah, that was a Bad Thing. I thought everyone knew that.

Pride was that thing that killed heroes and made sophonts into loud, obnoxious assholes.

And praise? Ha!

Praise was an exchange, a "I will begrudgingly give you this, but only if you give me far more."

If you feel good about yourself, you were supposed to hide it, to keep it away from public eye and conversation. Don't let anyone find out, or they will use it against you.

Good Sophonts don't have pride, they're meant to be humble, unfailingly and unceasingly...

But I was wrong.

Or, well. The idiots who pressed that lesson into me over and over with action and word...they were wrong.

Because it's okay to have pride, actually?

My Owner has pride in me. She slathers my soul in praise and affection; everything from trying a new activity to something as simple as combing my hair...and sometimes just for being me, for being enough, for smiling at her, for nothing at all.

She tells me that human words were too...limited. That no one had taught me the difference between hubris and confidence, between arrogance and self-love, between haughtiness and making space for myself.

And the crazy thing is?

I believe her, now.

I'm happier now that I have pride in myself. My friends are, too; they said it was like watching a wilting flower finally bloom.

Because she showed me what she sees in me, her pet. The one she chose, the one she loves, the one that makes her smile. And she showed me every different smile I make, and how I try in everything I do.

Her pride is...overwhelming at times, I'll admit. But...but a good kind of overwhelming? A scary kind, to be sure! It feels like jumping into a ball pit without knowing how deep it is, and it's so easy to just sink into it and wriggle and flap and worry.

But the feeling of her gentle gaze upon my works, my efforts, my soul? To know that she sees me in totality, and is pleased, is delighted, is proud?

The flower of Pride I wear on my head, that I show to and for everyone...is a Good Thing.

And I can trust my Owner to care for me as it blooms. That my friends would come to me (or her) and inform me, without guilt or shame, if I needed to change.

I'm done holding myself back just to appease the ghosts of lessons taught to a scared child.

I'm ready to show everyone how amazing and perfect and wonderful my Owner's pet is. How much I love myself, and love her. How much happier she made me.

[pyxxiestyxx]

The Drink

Miss Essertia handed it to me personally as I sat down at my cubicle. Her grin was wider and toothier than normal, even wider than the time she "accidentally" walked into the men's restroom instead of the women's...on a different floor from her office.

It looked like a smooth mauve thermos, with silver swirling fractal patterns inlaid across the surface. There was a thin clear panel down the side, showing it held...well...

Something?

It was green, and was definitely liquid...I think. It moved kind of weirdly, and seemed to catch the light in strange ways. Once or twice, I could have swore I saw little sparkles or shimmers dancing along...but when I looked more closely, they were gone.

When asked what exactly she had gifted me, Miss Essertia only laughed, then rested a large hand on my shoulder. She said it was, "Only a little something made to help pretty things relax," an answer that had me blush and protest in equal measure.

I kept it at my desk, giving it an eyeful of attention every now and again. I didn't want to even risk opening it to sniff; affini were far too tricky to be so naive, after all.

Still, as the day dragged onward, I felt a strange...desire, I suppose. My clothes felt a bit uncomfortable, and the warm summer air was causing my palms to sweat. A nice chilled beverage would be nice, but...

No! I shook my head hard, trying to dismiss the idea as I rolled the beverage around in my hands. It was a bad idea to drink it. I knew this.

I knew it.

"Are you enjoying your present, little one?"

I blinked slowly, keeping my eyes on the shimmering liquid. "...mmm?"

"Your pretty little fascinator, dear!" Miss Essertia, who must have somehow slipped and fallen in between my ass and the chair, wrapped her vines a little tighter around me. "Don't worry, it is perfectly edible if you had that desire...but the point of it is to just enjoy how it looks, see?"

She reached out and slid the clear panel wider, revealing the stunning colors in all their glory. My hands shook as I drooled...I mean, as I focused.

"C... can't drink it...drugs...?" I stumbled over my words, the syllables slippery like river stones.

"Oh, silly pretty petal~" cooed Miss smugly, giving me a pat on the head as she held up some kind of measuring tape around my neck. "The drugs are on the outside of the tube. A nice topical powder that soaked into your hands as soon as I handed it to you. Don't worry about it, dearheart."

"Ohhh...okgaaay...yaaaay..."

[sheepwavehdg]

A pencil sketch of Marsha and Sally from Good Sensory

[pyxxiestyxx]

Wrapped in Stone and Serenity

Part I

You met me the first night I moved into the building. I was having a quick joint on top of the roof, admiring the stars...and then you moved, you leapt...

You danced~

How could I not adore the beautiful thing before me?

But when I came back the next day...you were nothing more than stone and gold. The runes that had shimmered in the rising moonlight had vanished.

But I knew~

And so I...took my pleasure. Nothing big, not at first. I merely traced my fingertips along those pretty scales...and perhaps I pressed into those gorgeously carved muscles on your back, imagining they were flesh instead of rock. I giggled in your ear and whispered how adorable you were, how helpless.

I laid siege to your mind~

And that very night I watched you come alive...only to collapse into a puddle of bliss and mewling moans, my teasing clearly having reached across the boundary to you. You blushed- blushed! As if you had blood- and drooled as your gorgeous eyes locked onto mine for a moment, a minute...before you tucked tail and ran off to wherever it is you go.

I knew you'd be back, though~ you had such a pretty little nameplate, after all. And I doubted very much you would leave it, little iolite.

I left a surprise for you that night, didn't I? A long sleek toy made of silicone wrapped around solid iron, right where that perky little ass parked itself each morn. I wanted to see if you were daring.

Well, you certainly did not disappoint, did you? Legs spread, mouth open, the rain that day dribbling out of that maw like breath, like thoughts. I brought you an umbrella and took my time, savoring the current of energy that ran beneath my fingers, that seemed to quicken when I moved lower.

What an adorable little thing you are~

I simply cannot wait to see what else we can do together, little bird who perches upon my rooftop.

[pyxxiestyxx]

Part II

It (I think it's an it?) left me a present today.

A pebble, smooth as if it had passed through many hands in the stream of time. It was pretty, with an iridescent sheen that only truly was visible in the moonlight. I pocketed it, and have since kept it on my bedside table.

I think iolite likes me~

I thanked the gargoyle for the gift with one of my own, of course. I had found a pretty chisel with a gorgeous wooden handle, and I adored running the tip over and across the stone surface, teasing between the nooks and crannies, letting the tip press in on the spots I had seen those glowing runes.

I didn't mar it's skin, of course. But I did enjoy the ever so subtle tremor as I circled and swirled around its pretty nipples, or the way it's upward-turned face seemed to plead with me as I levered myself up next to it, wrapping an arm around its neck for support as I delicately used the chisel to clean between its teeth.

Maintenance is important, I've decided for it.

We still haven't spoken to each other.

Or...well, I've been the one doing all the talking. It is a very attentive listener, I've found. I can tell.

As we talked, I sat with it and watched the clouds together after our little playtime. I told it about any goings-on below, since it could hardly look down to see.

I didn't want it to feel left out.

It's not the only gargoyle on this rooftop, by the by. Others are here as well, but this one is the only one within reach, unless I wish to climb out onto a ledge and hope I don't fall.

Interestingly, there are a few...plinths? Or maybe perches? Whatever they are, there are a few that are mysteriously...empty. one is right next to sweet iolite, but the others are higher up and out of reach.

Oh, and I left a choice for it before I went to bed. On one side of its resting place, I draped some soft red rope. On the other was left heavy chains, something that would hopefully last a bit longer against it's strength.

I hope the implication was clear~

I do wonder which it will choose...and if it can't seem to decide, well...

Perhaps I will make the choice for it.

[thevicious-v]

This one thought it might post some previous hdg related art it's recently completed ^^

Alice from TTLG ^v^

[pyxxiestyxx]

YESSSSSS

[pyxxiestyxx]

Floret Yoga

It's when a bunch of affini go to do some stretching and exercise, but there's a gagglefuck of cuties that also try really hard to also participate...

But also they might fall asleep on the affini's laps, or nibble on some vines, or just generally be adorable.

(note: independents can, of course, participate. That said, it is unlikely they will remain independent for long after they do a yawn and hear 15 affini go "BIIIIIIIG STRETCH" and blush profusely, y'know?)

[a-blessing-of-ravens]

Dumpster Cat

"Don't you think this is all a bit dramatic, petal?" The warbling song of the weeds voice is all wrong. Too harmonic, too rich, too pretty?

"Fuck off," You yell in half-hearted defiance. "Leave me alone weed."

Petal, you're hiding in the ship's trash compacter. Please come out."

"No! Piss off! I'm fine here, I've got supplies and everything!"

"Really, petal?" The monstrous plant sighs, a curiously human sound. "There's raw sewage dripping from the ceiling. It doesn't exactly scream holiday getaway now, does it?"

"Yeah, well," You huff. "Up until five minutes ago I was safe, happy and alone! Now get tae fuck you interfering shrub!"

"Awwwwww! Someone's a spicy little kitty!"

"What!? No!" The plant is really starting to grind your gears, "I'm not a cat! I'm a person!"

"Awwwwwwww Kitty," The plant coos. "If you're not a cat, why are you hiding behind a dumpster in the rain?" The weed's strange warbling voice is filled with an alluring song. One that you can't help but focus on despite your best efforts. "Come now Kitty, I've got food for you. Your favourite in fact!"

The plant pulls a strange box out of its foliage, pulling the lid of with a crisp pop. Familiar odors waft out, carried by the rising clouds of steam.

"Is that—"

"Your Nani's chicken curry?" The plant smiles at you, "As well as chana dal, and roti. I made it myself actually."

The smug satisfaction in the weed's voice is grating, and you want to say no. You have more than enough synth cubes to survive. Unfortunately, your traitorous stomach growls like a ravenous animal.

"Would you like some?" The grinning plant pushes a bowl loaded with delicious memories towards you, "You're far too skinny, a nice hot meal will do you the world of good, Kitty."

You snatch up the offered plate and start digging in. It really is Nani's cooking: The excess of jeera because it was always her favourite spice, the married man pork that just elevated her green seasoning. Are there grated carrots in the dal? Nani always put carrots in her dal because you loved them so much. Tearing one of the buttery roti apart, you load up a portion of dal and curried potato, shoving the too large mouthful into your mouth.

It's perfect. Just like you remember, you can't help the little moan that escapes you, though hopefully the fact your face is stuffed with delicious curry and dal means the weed didn't hear it.

"Awwwww, does some Kitty like her din-dins?" You'd curse, but you're too busy eating, stuffing more of the heavenly meal into your mouth. "Slow down Kitty, remember to breath."

You're brain catches up with what the damn plant just said, and you take a deep breath to tell the presumptious weed that you're not a girl. Unfortunately for you, your mouth is full of the curried potato you just shoved in it, and suddenly breathing is high on the list of things that you'd like to be able to do.

"Kitty, are you okay?" You frantically nod your head, despite the iron band tightening round your chest. The plant's knowing grin does nothing to comfort you, "Really Kitty? You seem to be choking, are you sure you don't want help?"

You look around, desperately searching for a way out, as you repeatedly punch your sternum. You'd never really thought about it before, but the fact your chest is so flat is now deeply uncomfortable. Your eyes pop out of your face, as you frantically try to draw breath. You frenzied gaze searches your filthy hidey-hole, hoping against hope there's something that can get you out of your predicament.

You look up at the the grinning affini. Maybe the damn weed drugged you. Maybe is just the fact that your vision is dimming at the edges, but they look far friendlier than they did seconds ago. You reach up a tentative hand towards them, pleading.

"Awwwww, Kitty! You do want help." The plants grin is so wide it's a wonder the top of their head doesn't fall off. "Just nod if you want me to rescue you."

You nod, its not like you have any choice at this point.

Before you realise what's happening, your wrapped in their vines, the errant potato pulled from your airway and tossed aside. You draw in desperate, gasping lungfuls, the stale air of the ship tasting refreshing and crisp, despite the lingering odour of sewage. It takes a couple of minutes for your eyes to stop watering, but when they do, you realise that you are held very firmly in the vines of your captor.

"Do you… think you could let me down?" You mumble in a meek voice, "I'm feeling a lot better now."

"Now what would I do that?" The plant giggles, "Left to your own devices, you'd just find another way to get yourself in trouble. I'd have to rescue you all over again."

"Put me down this instant—"

"Now now, Kitty," Your saviour shushes you with a vine to the lips. "Good girls say thank you to the kind affini that saved them."

"I'm not a girl boy! I'm a boy girl" Your protest crashes to a halt as you brain registers what you just said. "No! That's wrong! I'm a boy girl! A boy girl!"

"Yes! You're Mommy's goodest little girl!" You squirm, overwhelmed by embarrassment, as the damn weed pretty affini, tickles you under the chin. "Come on Kitty, it's time to take you home."

"Nooooooooooooooooooooo!" You yowl, "Let me goooooooooooooooooo!"

"Kitty," Your captor Mommy sighs. "If you don't start behaving I'll have to take steps."

You continue your futile struggle, but the vines that bind you are stronger than steel. You know you will never escape them, but that doesn't stop you putting up a fight. Even if that fight is more akin to wiggling like the needy little kitty you truly are.

"Have it your way Kitty." Mommy sighs again and you feel a pinch in your neck before the world goes dark.

"You were right, my dear flower, ferals do make the cuddliest lap pets." The musical sound of Mommy's beautiful voice washes over you. Its your favourite sound in the world. You could listen to her talk all day, but mostly you just spend your time on her lap, purring and making biscuits.

The other affini, Mommy's friend, giggles, and scritches you behind your ears. You let yourself be carried away on clouds of blissful sensation. Though of course, when Mommy does it, its somehow even better.

"She really is the cutest little kitty!" The other affini's voice is pleasant and musical, but not as good as Mommy's voice.

"I know, right!" Mommy giggles, sending electric jolts of pure affection throughout your nervous system, "And to think it was all thanks to a simple potato!"

[pyxxiestyxx]

Wrapped in Stone and Serenity

Part I

You met me the first night I moved into the building. I was having a quick joint on top of the roof, admiring the stars...and then you moved, you leapt...

You danced~

How could I not adore the beautiful thing before me?

But when I came back the next day...you were nothing more than stone and gold. The runes that had shimmered in the rising moonlight had vanished.

But I knew~

And so I...took my pleasure. Nothing big, not at first. I merely traced my fingertips along those pretty scales...and perhaps I pressed into those gorgeously carved muscles on your back, imagining they were flesh instead of rock. I giggled in your ear and whispered how adorable you were, how helpless.

I laid siege to your mind~

And that very night I watched you come alive...only to collapse into a puddle of bliss and mewling moans, my teasing clearly having reached across the boundary to you. You blushed- blushed! As if you had blood- and drooled as your gorgeous eyes locked onto mine for a moment, a minute...before you tucked tail and ran off to wherever it is you go.

I knew you'd be back, though~ you had such a pretty little nameplate, after all. And I doubted very much you would leave it, little iolite.

I left a surprise for you that night, didn't I? A long sleek toy made of silicone wrapped around solid iron, right where that perky little ass parked itself each morn. I wanted to see if you were daring.

Well, you certainly did not disappoint, did you? Legs spread, mouth open, the rain that day dribbling out of that maw like breath, like thoughts. I brought you an umbrella and took my time, savoring the current of energy that ran beneath my fingers, that seemed to quicken when I moved lower.

What an adorable little thing you are~

I simply cannot wait to see what else we can do together, little bird who perches upon my rooftop.