GET OUT OF MY FOREST

“An Sloop trust telling you ‘bout me....”

Eremite hummed in thought before nodding. He quietly reached up to one of the birds-a blue jay- and, whether Fern would believe it or not, chirped to it. It happily hopped onto his hand and pecked at his claws a bit while he held that hand out to Fernwei.

“hold out arm. If Sloop trust Fern Cub with Eremite, Eremite will tell birds to trust Fern Cub.”

The Blue Jays were the biggest of the gossipers in the forest. If he got them used to her, than they would also be the first to tell Eremite when she stopped by. He liked the thought of that. Blue Jays for Fern Cub and Ravens for Sloop.

Eremite glanced down to her. The longer they had been walking the more he could see little twinges of Sloop in her actions. it was kinda cute he had to admit. But one question still bugged him.

“why Fern Cub leave?”

From his focused look, it could be figured he was trying to use her leg as a measuring stick. He moved his hand up and down a little while he tried to think, before coming to a stop at a height right above where the girl’s knees were.

“Was this size...”

His expression was hard and maybe even melancholy while he looked at his hand. It was then that one of the birds, a common sparrow, hopped off from Eremite’s shoulder and onto said hand and chirped. Eremite’s ears perked up and his face softened again as he stood back up to full height, gently brushing the sparrow with his other hand before it hopped back up to his shoulder.

Guess that answered her other question since after that he started walking again.

there was a pause as they continued on as he helped her up over a log, done in his usual grab you by the arm and lift you up over it like a ragdoll fashion, before he chimed in back to her:

Eremite’s one good eye squinted. That was him on the page. He lowered the page away from his face a bit and traced the drawing with his thumb once he fully registered in his head that it was even a drawing at all. ..... did he really look like that? He had seen another drawing of him previously, but this one was much different than....

He was only mildly listening to the small human while she asked this or that. He assumed she was asking his name, but his focus was on the page. Eremite was rather quiet until he heard her use that word. Guardian. He knew that word. He didn’t quite know what it meant but it was his word. It made his ears twitch slightly when he heard it. Sloop gave him that word. If this little human knew that word than she really was Sloop’s cub. She was smiling at him. He didn’t know how to react back. He glanced back down to the paper to avoid her eyes for a moment, before remembering the scarf in his hand.

He let out a huff, feeling guilt about taking it now that he knew this was Sloop’s cub- regardless of if she left Sloop’s tribe or not.

One could see the wheels turning a moment if you stared at Eremite closely enough, trying to decide what to focus on, before he just held out his hand for her to reclaim the scarf- his eye, however, never looking away from the drawing.

He didn’t know what the feeling growing in his chest was exactly, but a faint smile was slowly forming on his face while he traced the drawing with his claw again. It was a drawing of Eremite. Sloop drew him. He had seen some of Sloop’s other drawings, and now he was looking at a drawing of himself.

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses

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Before she can even talk him out of it more often than not Ferwei will suddenly find herself either being tossed on Eremite’s back and expected to hang on while he takes her somewhere, or to her surprise cradled in his arms like a small child or stuffed animal. He wont tell her why he carries her like that, but after a while she just gets used to it. 

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