He pecked at the branch then lit after Nate to land in his fur, reciting the favored offerings,
Peanuts. Bacon. Fish eyes.
Watching the cattle baron's daughter roll up her sleeves and help Nate gut channel cats on the riverbank was a favorite memory. Ko-Ga hadn't really thought she would do it.
Her mother scolded her for the grass stains and blood on her skirt, and Eleanore only laughed, haughty as an eagle, proud to serve the family and farmhands fish fry that night.
She'd cut her hand on the knife, too, and Nate had bound it in his red handkerchief. Ko-Ga realized that day his flockmate was in love.
You miss her.
3-3-3 || IC ≠ OOC || Fiction ≠ Reality
I welcome organic IC interactions and any twists, conflict, or drama that comes out of it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.
Nate is a constant companion and will usually be close enough to appear in Ko-Ga's threads!






