He must’ve been bored out of his mind, focused on the flexibility of green grass and the rigidness of palace barley.

Everything here is soft.

Taking a good old seat, a paw tracing along the ground and picking up the faintest swab of purple from the ground. Puffy and not very aromatic, whatever it was, and flower-like with many different petals, but it looked more adjacent to a weed than something more conventionally beautiful. Still, it was more than what home had ever offered. Made imp’s skin crawl, good or bad.

Mushy and colorful. I’ll admit, I’m not very..used to all of it. One scene in front of us is more visual information than I’ve ever seen back home. There, their information was all in the mind and politics. About just as yuck.

Wherever she and he end up, it will be together.

I do miss the spices and the room intricacies. Cooks there? They’ve got the good stuff. I’d be back in their kitchens myself if your sibs could do some walking yet, but they’ve still got a little time to go.