@mcwscollective ▹liked for a starter.
Despite the dour tone the last few days had taken in the midst of what he imagined were some significant rifts between the human residents of the circus, it was any wonder how Alastor, in all of his diminutive nature, remained relatively cheery throughout. At present, he was standing atop a rather large stack of heavy and massive blocks, as though he'd made an impromptu place for himself to be tall.
In his hands, he held what looked to be something related to a banjo - though its size and shape were slightly off-kilter - as though someone who had not quite understood the logistics of such an instrument had made it. But the strings twanged against his little hooves all the same as he plucked together a little ditty.
Regardless of the shift in mood, the little deer could only be quite chipper. Humans had quite the tumultuous emotional rollercoasters to navigate. But not he.
No, he was quite content with his little song, glancing up from his plucking only when he noticed that he was no longer alone in his impromptu concert.
"Pomni!" He called, rather eagerly.
"Care to hear my tune? I call it... Christmas in the Bayou."
Do not ask him why. It did not even have lyrics.
