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[electricflock]

WHO: Daffodil & friends
WHERE: Daffodil
WHEN: Day 16

[how is everybody! everybody good? everybody hale and hearty, all limbs accounted for?]

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[electricflock]

[muffin actually has BONUS limbs. despite not being in his gryphon shape, he's grown himself a pair of tawny wings and a long fluffy tail.

right now he's having fun climbing onto the barn roof, JUMPING OFF and fluttering down, and then scrabbling up the drainpipe to do it again. it's exercise!]

[secondbornsun]

[ child this is so noisy.

watching him from his spot in the grass, loaf. children (muffin is 25) can entertain themselves with anything, huh . . . ]

[secondbornsun]

[ tart is returning with a pygmydillo (hunted). it's a decently sized one this time.

??? do we have limb problems gang??? ]

[afineknight]

[ PRESUMABLY LATER, after shenanigans have happened for a good cause, this new Daffodil comes back to the barn with a med kit in hand. ]

No one else break anything today.

[afineknight]

[ well, that brings his good mood right back. ]

Are you having fun?

[electricflock]

[dad watch dad watch how high i can jump dad dad are you watching

flutterhopping over to tart after one of his landings]

Tart, can I ask you something?

[electricflock]

[waves at him from the roof]

I am! It's weird flying like this!

[afineknight]

How so?

[electricflock]

[jumps down, hovering before he comes to a skipping stop on the ground]

It's a weird shape! Feel like a stork trying to fly with long legs like this.

[afineknight]

[ He looks him over, considering for a moment before nodding. ]

Ah, yes. It would be different, given the physics of it all.

[electricflock]

[flaps his wings wide to show off his wingspan before folding them down neatly against his back]

It's the first time I've done this in a while. But the aurains have their wings out all the time, so I want to practice too.

[afineknight]

[ He lets out a low whistle at the wingspan. ]

Forgive my ignorance, my friend, but what is an "aurain"?

[rugpull]

Yer doing great sweetie.

[rugpull]

Yer sucha good provider sweetie.

[rugpull]

Say what?

[afineknight]

Biscuit! My friend. I went through a lot to get this.

[ He lifts up the med kit. ]

[rugpull]

Do ya need rest? Take it easy for the evening.

[afineknight]

[ He waves his free hand at that. ]

Not me. Our dear Pudín is the one that should, however.

[rugpull]

Nothin' can hurt Pudding.

[afineknight]

He broke his own leg.

[rugpull]

. . .

For fun or.

[afineknight]

For a quest.

. . .

But part of me wonders if it might not have been for fun as well.

[rugpull]

Our pudding is very strange but very wonderful I love my amnesiac son.

[afineknight]

I didn't hear about the amnesia. Not just with his name?

[ not even questioning the son thing, like. yeah that tracks. ]

[secondbornsun]

Hmmh?