Tracking outwards, there was almost a view of the rise in the far distance - not that Bragi would have been able to label it so. But as he entered the grasslands, the hills were not too far away. It was hissing, and there a pressure to make sure that he was on the right track.
As his body wiggled, he plowed his way through the shorter spring grasses with undoubtedly a bit of arrogance - it was a natural inclination. Tracking, tracking. His attention span was ever growing, assisting that he needed to keep on the move. It didn’t matter to him, but he could feel the frown gracing him.
What was he doing? Did Tasuku even deserve a light meal?
It wasn’t that though - he didn’t want to do it for Tasuku at all. He wanted to make it up to Arrow. He had been a tad obnoxious, and now he was attempting to backpedal.
He was a silly demi-god sometimes.
His nose drove into it, groaning with delight, flipping over onto his back to roll in it.
Dec 01, 2016 06:05 PM
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