@indefxtigxble | Muse ;;
“Hmn?” It wasn’t unusual for her to be looking at the threads of her beloved boys, but it was unusual for her to find one so thin. She twined her fingers through the thread in question to analyze it and figure out what was going on and the second it clicked, she was rounding up her gear and tossing it in her sylladex. Well, her bluejay had been noting that Tim was acting a bit more tired than usual and that’s what prompted her to take a look for herself. It was honestly just a jump to the left and she was already pacing her way through the tower, fingers encapsulating that thin thread as she followed it along to where one little humming bird was. “Tim, my dear,” she chimed, holding the tangible thread between her fingertips as she waved it at him. “I know when you’re not doing well little dove. So come along with mom, I’m going to take care of you.” No room for questioning what so ever, she held out her unoccupied arm and smiled warmly.












