[ Part of him thought to fly over as a bat, but decided no. The walk would do him good, and he would have time to get his thoughts in order. The crisp, near frozen winter air was a nice wakeup call while he tried to reorder his thoughts.
The pier was his destination. Talking to seagulls was the name of the game today. Ever since his gift from Lycaon, he could understand animals... but he couldn't imagine the gulls having deep intellectual conversations. They lead rather simple lives and compared to the mess he considers his life currently, he does not fault that one bit. Live your trouble-free, fry-filled lives.
Still, he was cold. Less cold than he would normally be, but still slightly cold. He was fashionably bundled and his hair up in a clip that was designed to look like butterfly wings.
Why did he always go to this place in the freezing cold? Does he ever learn that wind off the sea is colder than hell? ]
The gulls will get a warm meal and I will set frozen sea air turning my bones into icicles.
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Date: 2026-01-19 02:44 pm (UTC)The pier was his destination. Talking to seagulls was the name of the game today. Ever since his gift from Lycaon, he could understand animals... but he couldn't imagine the gulls having deep intellectual conversations. They lead rather simple lives and compared to the mess he considers his life currently, he does not fault that one bit. Live your trouble-free, fry-filled lives.
Still, he was cold. Less cold than he would normally be, but still slightly cold. He was fashionably bundled and his hair up in a clip that was designed to look like butterfly wings.
Why did he always go to this place in the freezing cold? Does he ever learn that wind off the sea is colder than hell? ]
The gulls will get a warm meal and I will set frozen sea air turning my bones into icicles.