[ many of these plants had magical, even medical properties, and it had been a given that falco would be after them. he had his (ironically) plant knife, he had a pouch, a book on herbs of interest, and it was off to collect them. perle, his pygmy falcon omen, was preening on his shoulder while confetti, a cheery togekiss, would hover over him to keep him safe from the more dangerous plants.
he’s in the middle of cutting a few leaves from their stems when he hears a voice he’s too familiar with. perle piques interest and takes flight, and curious, but also concerned, falco follows after. it could be a hallucination, but perle doesn’t think so. it’s a sleeper.
he’s not exactly prepared, and perhaps he’d never be, to see gabi braun right ahead of him, falco— who was two years older, a handful of inches taller, speechless, and with clothes on him that made him look like a native— cloak, boots, bird skull fashion statements and a belt for hilts and knives. ]
PLANTS
he’s in the middle of cutting a few leaves from their stems when he hears a voice he’s too familiar with. perle piques interest and takes flight, and curious, but also concerned, falco follows after. it could be a hallucination, but perle doesn’t think so. it’s a sleeper.
he’s not exactly prepared, and perhaps he’d never be, to see gabi braun right ahead of him, falco— who was two years older, a handful of inches taller, speechless, and with clothes on him that made him look like a native— cloak, boots, bird skull fashion statements and a belt for hilts and knives. ]
Huh—?