@illvsion || continued from X
❖ │ Foolish of him to think he would be the only one milling about during the dawn hours. Perhaps even more foolish to think Tove would heed his words regarding his volume. He lifts his head from his sketchbook containing a rather sloppy drawing of the trees surrounding the clearing. “Good morning, Tove.” He draws out his syllables, buying time to process what the badger had said. “Actually yeah, lead the way, Mister Tove. And maybe hand over some of those berries too.”
he regards the Dodo with a wide smile, already digging his fingers into his pockets to tug out a handful of berries. “ eh ? whatcha drawin’ there ? “ he bounces up from the ground, pointing towards the sketchbook. “ oh, boy ! that’s some neat skill ! “ he exclaims ( although he cannot see the total masterpiece from this angle ) and tosses a berry in his mouth. holds out the rest for Dodie, momentarily DISTRACTED by a squirrel running across the grass to their left. “ c’mon, it’s just through ‘ere ! “ and he’s off, leaving dust, berries and leaves in his wake.
