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[biteoffherhead]

[And now for something completely different! Something simple, yet astonishing in its own right.

Moro, playing with a squirrel.


...Granted, the squirrel is running for its life, as Moro playfully bats at it, chasing it in the snow and pinning it with a massive paw. Then she would release it, before letting it scurry off before trotting after it.

Don't let your guard down, though. Even now, the scent of a fresh kill lingers on her. Likely a deer. Her full belly may also be why this little squirrel is getting harassed rather than killed.]

Comments

[talvimyrskyn.livejournal.com]

A goddess. I have not had the honor.

[ she drops down from her branch, landing lightly on the snow below and making no impact. Moro is massive next to her tiny body, but she does not seem to mind. ]

I am sorry. I would give my name, but it is a human name. I do not remember how it is spoken. Human language is lost to me.

[ even these words are exceedingly difficult. birdsong is expressive, and varied, but does not lend itself to great nuance, except in emotion. ]

Are you goddess of these woods?

[biteoffherhead]

No. I have been pulled from my forest, and have instead taken up the role as its guardian, as it is without one.

[talvimyrskyn.livejournal.com]

I am glad of it. In such a place ... a guardian is needed.

May I ... accompany you, Moro?

[ Kirsikka ... she likes humans. She has always liked them. But after many hundreds of years away from them, their presence has been overwhelming. She craves nonhuman company. ]

[biteoffherhead]

If you so desire.