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Garrin ~*~ Donnie ~*~ Brunester
"You need to get out more, buddy!"
That was Brunester.
A guiding hand rested itself on his shoulder.
Also Brunester. The Holeef-soon-to-be-Wood-Rouge could always be counted on to cheer him up.
A low laugh like a bark reached his ears.
Donnie, his ever helpful "eyes."
Garrin smiled slightly as he grasped the etheral ribbon that connected him to Donnie. A tropical breeze ticked his pale cheek, smelling faintky of rotting wood. He walked slowly, feeling his way along the mountian path despite his friends' assistance. "Where are we going":
"You'll see soon enough," Brunester said encouragingly.. "Almost there." His voice betrayed none of the additation he felt at having to walk up the mountian. Walking was one of those unavoidable things when your friend was a water creature. Bandols aren't supposed to venture very far from the water, but they were taking Garrin up a mountian. He had to admit this fifteen-year-old boy appearance was far better than that stupid leaf thing he'd been born as. Luckily that would change once he earned enough to afford the operation.
Donnie padded along quietly, bright eyes watchful. The black and red Sheilupe's head weaved from side to side, sniffing for any sign of danger. He would glance back occasionally to make sure his blind master was alright, no matter how unlikely it would be for Garrin to release his grip on the ribbon-leash.
Garrin ~*~ Donnie ~*~ Brunester
"You need to get out more, buddy!"
That was Brunester.
A guiding hand rested itself on his shoulder.
Also Brunester. The Holeef-soon-to-be-Wood-Rouge could always be counted on to cheer him up.
A low laugh like a bark reached his ears.
Donnie, his ever helpful "eyes."
Garrin smiled slightly as he grasped the etheral ribbon that connected him to Donnie. A tropical breeze ticked his pale cheek, smelling faintky of rotting wood. He walked slowly, feeling his way along the mountian path despite his friends' assistance. "Where are we going":
"You'll see soon enough," Brunester said encouragingly.. "Almost there." His voice betrayed none of the additation he felt at having to walk up the mountian. Walking was one of those unavoidable things when your friend was a water creature. Bandols aren't supposed to venture very far from the water, but they were taking Garrin up a mountian. He had to admit this fifteen-year-old boy appearance was far better than that stupid leaf thing he'd been born as. Luckily that would change once he earned enough to afford the operation.
Donnie padded along quietly, bright eyes watchful. The black and red Sheilupe's head weaved from side to side, sniffing for any sign of danger. He would glance back occasionally to make sure his blind master was alright, no matter how unlikely it would be for Garrin to release his grip on the ribbon-leash.