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01-09-2015, 11:31 AM
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand The trees were blooming, and Apollo couldn't help but be taken aback by their beauty. They were, for a lack of a better term... Wondrous. Beautiful. Breathtaking. Honey-brown oculars roamed the blossoming canopy overhead, a smile twisting handsomely upon the stallion's muzzle. Every step he took through his home brought him more and more joy... For it was Birdsong, and finally the trees were beginning to wake from their slumber. Idly the Merciful stag pondered just what the trees were waking up to in the Forest. Perhaps, soon, he would pay them a visit... But first. To greet those that had awoken in the Edge. "Good morn to you all," Apollo murmured reverently to a collection of blooming trees, his smile growing as experienced eyes spotted tiny buds of unflowered blossoms. "I hope your winter respite was rejuvenating. May Father Earth bless you all for a wondrous season." Some may call him foolish. Some may call him strange... But Apollo felt an unexplained kinship with the trees, as he did with nearly all forms of life. From the largest creation of the Gods to the smallest, Apollo would never judge, and loved life and all that filled it. Unless they gave him specific reason not to, of course. With a small breath leaving his lips in the morning mist, Apollo turned on his haunches and continued his journey. He was milling about the shattered Glass Wall, enjoying his morning stroll and allowing each and every worry to slide off of his shoulders. For now, well... He was content to enjoy life for what it was. Upon his withers, Zola had taken up her customary spot, claws tiny pin-pricks of pressure upon his hide. The feline was growing, and Apollo assumed that she would always be small... But she was growing, and that alone was satisfactory for him. Through their growing bond, the stallion had come to a startling revelation that Zola was beginning to use his eyes to see, due to lacking her own. It made their bond that much more intimate, knowing that Zola could see through his eyes... It was absolutely incredible. "Beautiful, isn't it, my ball of earth?" He questioned the said kitten, who purred softly in response. Beautiful indeed. @[Cetan] When everything's made to be broken
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