Staring at his palm husk; the cerulean sits in his respite block.
Days like this used to feel different. Seeing the feed refresh only to have more 'father's day' stuff posted. Of course people would post about lusus appreciation. They tended to do a lot for the trolls after all. Especially the adults who would step into a grubs life ad a lusus.
Give them a home, a sign, take the time to tend to them. Despite the difficulties and the repercussion they may face. Just to give one a fighting chance in this world. Teach them what they know in life. Tending to frunnies, helping on the farm. How to cook, so haggle in the market, to trust so whole heartedly...
Oh my, he had fallen into a tangent of thinking. Leaving him with a bitter sense of loneliness and betrayal. Where was Verket. Putting his palmhusk away, heading off to find his moirail.