#strfallen

[islecrossed]

@strfallen​ // sc!

❝ Oh! Celeste! I didn’t know you were visiting today, ❞ the owl exclaimed, looking to his sibling in shock. Normally he kept all the dates written down, but this wasn’t one of them. There’d been little preparation, as unprepared as he could even be with most things, so he felt guilty. As much as he could improvise, Blathers was a perfectionist, through and through, and chided himself for anything less. But he digressed--his sister was the one of importance not the work schedule he’d miraculously keep up with. ❝ Did you travel safely? ❞

[guardlion]

familiar / @strfallen

          Perhaps it is her colours. Perhaps it is her stone. Perhaps it is the way she stands, the way she looks out to the sea, the way her forepaws are twisted over her front. Whatever it is, she is achingly familiar.

          Whatever it is, he is achingly drawn.

          The skies are bright, tonight. Bright enough that she should be able to see him coming should he approach, but they are alone and he thinks she might be startled (as Polished usually is) if he comes as quietly as he always does. So he moves with a notable weight, paws slow and sliding over the sand with shff-shff-shffs.

          Hail, he huffs in greeting when he is but a length away. The strange, aching familiarity pulses strong within his chest, and he almost wants to close that distance to give her a real greeting. She is not a pridemate, though, and most stone-holders don’t seem to like it when he gets too close, so he simply stops, sits, and looks out to the sea with her.