#ephemeralia

this time, a person I don't know who pointedly tells me without explanation that I remind her of a bird

What? I don't know.

Though, I didn't think I had a deficit. After all, I can think about:

My character's establishing post, as he prepared to depart from had-been-home. The subsequent convergence of two other OCs and a canon character, the former of which, after brief interaction, gradually departed the scene amid the canon character taking hours, half-days, days to post. My request for communication and/or resolution after that person complained about being stuck in a scene and unable to participate elsewhere, and the half-hearted run-on sentence of a post of their character also leaving that they wrote upon seeing it

and contend with the notion that what I set up was too boring or that I was otherwise for some reason at fault.

Wheeke hands, ring in the burial ground

BL Cauld, cradling ve Si

which was aided to ripe softness

by sitting out in the sun all day

and being gently squeezed

by the carefully inspecting hands

of every elderly greek lady

in a six block radius

They are too far away to be properly be made out as seagulls, but their wings catch the light in a pattern, winking on and off, and the whole mass of them seems to sparkle.