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fandomtownies2023-04-04 09:36 am
beautiful_boc) wrote in fandomtownies2023-04-04 09:36 am
The Preserve; Tuesday Afternoon [04/04].
One minute, Boc was a sad, lonely tree, having generally given up on the idea that he would get anyone's attention way out here in some tucked away corner of the preserve, resigning himself to his fate as a plant once more, and reminding himself that, really, hadn't he just been saying, not too long ago, how much better off he was this way?
And the next minute?
He wasn't.
Just like that, so sudden and abrupt and seemingly random that he just blinked his eyes owlishingly a few times and looked down at his hands, both knuckle-side and palm-side up, and then looked around to confirm that he was also in the same spot.
"Well, then," he said, to no one but himself and perhaps the squirrels and teal deer and perhaps an alot of transformation that he might be grateful toward if he had any idea that that was what it is, "that was a bit easier than the last time, now, wasn't it?"
And, with that, and a little bit of stretching out his limbs to get used to having them instead of branches again, he scampered off a little, figuring he might as well do some foraging before maybe returning to the shop to see if he'd missed much, though he really hadn't any idea of how long he'd even been a tree this time. All he really knew was that he was rather glad to still be here and not back in Limgrave or some other awful places around the Lands Between.
[[ open preserve is open! ]]
And the next minute?
He wasn't.
Just like that, so sudden and abrupt and seemingly random that he just blinked his eyes owlishingly a few times and looked down at his hands, both knuckle-side and palm-side up, and then looked around to confirm that he was also in the same spot.
"Well, then," he said, to no one but himself and perhaps the squirrels and teal deer and perhaps an alot of transformation that he might be grateful toward if he had any idea that that was what it is, "that was a bit easier than the last time, now, wasn't it?"
And, with that, and a little bit of stretching out his limbs to get used to having them instead of branches again, he scampered off a little, figuring he might as well do some foraging before maybe returning to the shop to see if he'd missed much, though he really hadn't any idea of how long he'd even been a tree this time. All he really knew was that he was rather glad to still be here and not back in Limgrave or some other awful places around the Lands Between.
[[ open preserve is open! ]]