“ Sir. Please hold on a second ! ” The young lioness runs towards the tall man, tugging on his ripped coat. He must’ve walked through a bush of rose thorns or something... she pulls out a small kit with needles and thread. “ Hold still, I’m gonna fix this ! ” Ailane’s hand slowly fiddle around the coat, teeth cutting the thread before threading the string into the needle hole--- her fingers delicately move as she’s fixing the grey clothes. “ I should be done in a few minutes... um, can I ask for your name, mister ? ” / @violetstrings















