Flemyng hadn't meant to fall asleep, but he did as the snow fell, almostlike a blanket against his form. His dreams were disjointed, memories of the past, present, and possible future floating through the abyss that formed thought. Lights, feelings, thouhts, all swirled around him waiting to be heard, but they made no sense to him, nor would they.
A soft crunch in the snow stirred him from his slumber, and he shook his head, dislodging the snow that had gathered. He blinked away the dredges of sleep, and noticing the blanket upon him, she stretched, allowing the rest of the precipitation to fall from his coat, revealing that he was not just white in color. His eyes then fell upon his companion, an orange and black angora who had settled in beside him, and the pull in his chest gew tenfold before settling, fading away as if it had never existed in the first place. He knew this reosean was the reason he was here, an he was content to learn why.
He nodded his head. "Well met." Flemyng eyed up the okapi puller. There wasn't anything exceptional about his appearance, no role of importance apparent outside of the obvious tender of these graves. Most likely whatever drew him here was yet to come to pass, and the lacework male was curious what that might be.
"I am called Flemyng. Is there anything you might require of me?" He was curious to if there was something he could assist with, or if he was merely an observer in the grand scheme of things.
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Flemyng hadn't meant to fall asleep, but he did as the snow fell, almostlike a blanket against his form. His dreams were disjointed, memories of the past, present, and possible future floating through the abyss that formed thought. Lights, feelings, thouhts, all swirled around him waiting to be heard, but they made no sense to him, nor would they. A soft crunch in the snow stirred him from his slumber, and he shook his head, dislodging the snow that had gathered. He blinked away the dredges of sleep, and noticing the blanket upon him, she stretched, allowing the rest of the precipitation to fall from his coat, revealing that he was not just white in color. His eyes then fell upon his companion, an orange and black angora who had settled in beside him, and the pull in his chest gew tenfold before settling, fading away as if it had never existed in the first place. He knew this reosean was the reason he was here, an he was content to learn why. He nodded his head. "Well met." Flemyng eyed up the okapi puller. There wasn't anything exceptional about his appearance, no role of importance apparent outside of the obvious tender of these graves. Most likely whatever drew him here was yet to come to pass, and the lacework male was curious what that might be. "I am called Flemyng. Is there anything you might require of me?" He was curious to if there was something he could assist with, or if he was merely an observer in the grand scheme of things.
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