#lavenderxcrow

x — as the world caves in by matt maltese

Nostalgia ebbs itself on the sounds of ruffling verdure entering Arlathan forest -- how at home smells of russet leaves and pine for miles in what view depicted its long white wood stalks lovingly endless. Davrin could stay for hours following the dense crimson foliage had the proper need for complacency and indolence not been something he'd grown out of long ago. It helped to have company to keep him on the task of picking natural ingredients for supper and to keep an eye on a certain young griffin that had a tendency to wander off when not being too highly watched. Good in some regard to have Rook out of her element that didn't involve a contract or cluttered streets of Treviso.

They had parted in separate directions to look for herbs and berries, Davrin ushering Assan to go help Rook, but mostly desiring the respite from the constant squawking -- finding feathers littered in every corner of his space at the light house. It didn't take long to return-- finding the pair playing, neglecting their search in favor of chasing each other in circles only to for Rook to coo at the Griffin.