@jaknen said: "Gramps gramps hold out your hands so the birds can eat the seeds !! If we're lucky one will land on our palms !!"
surrounding himself in nature is a pastime often indulged in his times of rest. whether that entailed sitting out on the porch of his estate to simply observe from the sidelines, to run his hand under the berries ripening on the rowan trees nearby; or, with gon now at this side, feeding the animals that inhabited the vast green lands that nurture them. though gon’s call to extend his hand out for a closer contact is one he hasn’t thought of since his youth, ( the sudden bombardment of animals has proved too unnerving to some, though he remembers vividly how enchanting a sight it was to uta. )
nevertheless, he raises and extends his feeding palm out without any regard for hesitation, a gentle invitation thus opened to any bird busy on the previous offerings below and to the ones watching closely above in the trees.
the waiting period is only natural, of course, though short lived. the stillness of his arm never lessens in absolute precision— and perhaps it’s thanks to this near lifeless trait of his that attracts the docking bird to his palm. ❝ ah... ❞ but upon instant examination, yoriichi held no right to hold it himself. the bird in question, a brilliant green hue that could only resemble one person, is then lowered and presented to gon beside him, nestled carefully between the cupping of both yoriichi’s hands. ( and so effortlessly done as well, never once disrupting its feasting time. )
❝ here, gon. ... it belongs in your hands instead. ❞
