rot from @4ofhanim, apropos of nothing, says: Parties were a lot, weren't they? People carrying on and on and on about you and your future and your past and every great and terrible thing they were aware of you doing. Stepping away is only natural when you want to get away for a moment, after all. No one would fault you for it, especially not the creature of rotted pine and sap that stared back, paws barely crossing over the threshold of the woods. Something vaguely doglike, resembling kinship in the roots that covered it. An invitation.
the party was getting to him. all the noise and the chatter and the gift-giving, while nice in moderation, starts to swirl in his head, a mish-mash of color that would probably give him a headache, if a head he really had to ache.
he’d come upon the foot of one tree, one of many, though unique in some ways. one, there’s a knot in the wood shaped like a butt. because of course there is.
the other thing, however, is - well - that.
for a moment fern stares at this sort of doglike thing. then, quietly, he sits. not across the creature exactly, moreso to the upper-right, from said creature’s hypothetical perspective. there’s a nook in the tree that suits fern’s sitting just fine, so why not? maybe the both of them can be quiet together.
