It's Minglin' Time

[crittersheep]

WHO: You
WHERE: Anywhere
WHEN: Afternoon 62

[ With Bluebell's lovely morning rite, it's shaping up to be quite the peaceful day. The spring thaw continues, bringing young lilywogs with lingering stubby tails to the shores. It's easy to spot them floating among the reeds, though they're still prone to scattering if disturbed.

And across the pasture everyone is hopefully having a peaceful day, right? Or have some of you been getting up to shenanigans instead? ]

Comments

Re: LATER THAT NIGHT

[leonheartedly]

. . .

[he slowly pushes himself up to sit, wincing a bit. But he wordlessly gestures Fantasia closer]

Re: LATER THAT NIGHT

[noarchitact]

Tyr. Don't move. Rest a little longer.

[ he does move closer though. ]

Re: LATER THAT NIGHT

[leonheartedly]

I'm not getting up yet.

[as soon as he's close enough, Tyr is reaching up . . .

To very lightly, fondly, smack the back of his head. It's really just a brush, but it's the gesture that's important]

Don't apologize for things that aren't your fault.

Re: LATER THAT NIGHT

[noarchitact]

H- Hey! [ but all he does is smile. ] I'm glad you're back. [ to normal, that is. ] And I hope I didn't hurt you too badly. [ don't mind him just trying to check tyr out ( for once, not in that kind of a way ) to see if he's okay. ]

Re: LATER THAT NIGHT

[leonheartedly]

Thanks for bringing me back.

[he shakes his head, but he's letting Fantasia check before gently pushing him back] Just bruises. Nothing you have to worry about, I promise.

Re: LATER THAT NIGHT

[noarchitact]

Of course. I would have done anything to help you, Tyr.

Re: LATER THAT NIGHT

[leonheartedly]

[what is he supposed to say to that, he's usually the one saying it!!

He glances away and, softer:] I know.