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12-19-2016, 03:48 PM
Amalrik  Still, he was dad and he loved him. That was about the time in his thoughts that he stumbled upon a group of adults. They were all gathered around a tree and some old ass turtle who spoke their language without being a companion. That was weird. Cool, he supposed, but weird. Amalrik raised a brow when the turtle told them it was "magic day" - was that a thing? A new thing? Was this some sort of holiday tradition they were supposed to care about now? He kept his thoughts to himself and grabbed the weird vial of feathers that ghost demon thing had given up and tossed it up on a branch with his horn. He had nothing else to give, and honestly, nothing meant much to him at the moment. Unlike some of these others, he didn't carry around pieces of his father's hair with him, and he was too young to be that attached. So.... A vial of feathers basically summed up his current emotional experience regarding "magic day". The asshole child smirked. Art by Lunarblues <33
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