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05-11-2017, 06:22 PM
This far north, the brief warmth of Tallsun had already begun to turn like spoiled fruit. It was barely mid afternoon, and already Ezital's breath painted the air white with each breath. He wasn't even certain that the feelings of antipathy towards the weather were his own, or if they originated from the unruly mop of fur sprawled over his withers and a death grip on his mane.
Oatmeal was, thankfully, quiet. The sloth was dozing lightly against Ezital's neck, and the bond between them was radiating contentedness. Of course, this was only after hours of walking and pacing the length of the Basin and murmuring soothing nonsense to the little beast. He had quite the set of lungs on him, and he seemed to squeak and cry at the slightest provocation. The latest cause of his fractiousness seemed to be the recent cold snap. The little snout snuffled against his crest and he lifted his knees a little higher to sway the sloth back to sleep.
The past few days had blurred into a certain surreal jumble. He couldn't believe the mess fate had dumped on him. It had to be punishment for some unspeakable crime he'd committed, because no one in their right mind would let him raise a baby. He clearly wasn't qualified for this. It had taken ages of trial and error to even figure out what Oatmeal would even eat. Even then, he wasn't entirely convinced he hadn't just been saddled with the fussiest, pickiest creature ever.
It was the most bizarre thing to have someone else's thoughts and emotions invading his own mind and staining his perceptions. It was like an unwanted, petty color commentary expressed entirely though squeaking and disgruntled poking.
Oatmeal's toes wound more securely into his mane and he dragged himself upward until he was completely submerged in a curtain of dark hair. Ezital glanced back at him to find two beady little eyes peeking out at him, accompanied by a small peep that sounded almost apologetic. They stared at one another for a long moment, before Ezital sighed and groused to himself. He drew his knees higher to his chest and continued on as a wave of unfiltered delight and joy spilled into Ezital's mind.
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