For a long time, only the scritch scratch of Nier’s pen filled the air.
Yggdrasil likes watching people work, likes witnessing their vision take shape. Enjoys how those nascent thoughts can be teased and transformed into something else.
But all beings need respite for the body and mind to realign when they are outpaced by the other.
The primal had set a fruit smoothie and bowl of assorted nuts beside Nier, a safe distance away from the scattered pages and materials, as she engaged the Erune in conversation about her writing.
Really, Yggdrasil chimes with an inquisitive look in reply to Nier’s halting words. A pause as she absorbs, eyes turned up in thought. What inspired this?
— @deathreversed ❀ sc.











