[Lark posts a couple of photos, clearly taken by someone else as usual given the candor and halfway decent composition. That, and, you know, the fact that he's in them.
In the first, he's faced away from the camera, only his shoulder and arm visible in the corner of the frame. The real focus is on a witch's staff held tightly by a catlike biped demon whose face is partially obscured off camera. What is visible is their simultaneously nervous and excited grin. The staff they clutch is a muted light green, just slightly too greyish to be considered mint. A serpentine carving of varying shades of blue-green wraps itself in a spiral around the last six inches or so on top, a fuzzy head with a long, narrow snout curled over in a hook shape, almost like a traditional walking cane.
The second picture shows this carving animated, the jagged edges of the carving morphed into wispy, striped fur covering its entire body, the deep indigo eyes brought to whimsical life. Its form twists in the air as if dancing right beside Lark's tearstained face. Despite the crying and the redness in his cheeks, he's smiling so wide at the living Palisman it looks almost painful.
The only commentary provided in the caption is a... still very vague explanation:]
toothpick .
