[Incomplete] Endrance and Tooboe
Who: Endrance and Tooboe
When: After this thread.
Where: A Little Shack By The River
Rating: G
Warnings: Endrance being really gay--oh wait, that's all his logs.
Summary: Endrance meets Toboe to see the Lunar Flower and what he can do to keep it from withering.
Endrance hoped dearly that forum post had not been a ruse of some sort. He was not in the least concerned for his safety, but he was so looking forward to seeing some natural beautiful growing thing in the barren landscape of this unpleasant world. A Lunar Flower certainly sounded promising.
There seemed to be several decrepit lean-tos by the river, so Endrance was grateful for the little one's explicit directions. Even if they had been phrased a bit strangely. The scents referenced as landmarks were certainly...distinct enough.
When Endrance reached what he assumed was the appropriate crumble of building, he stepped carefully up to the door, wondering if it might not collapse on him at any moment. Such lengths he went to for beauty. The door was not quite on its hinges properly, but he thought it polite to knock all the same. His soft rapping became a moist thunk thunk thunk thanks to the recent rain and the rotting wood of the door.
When: After this thread.
Where: A Little Shack By The River
Rating: G
Warnings: Endrance being really gay--oh wait, that's all his logs.
Summary: Endrance meets Toboe to see the Lunar Flower and what he can do to keep it from withering.
Endrance hoped dearly that forum post had not been a ruse of some sort. He was not in the least concerned for his safety, but he was so looking forward to seeing some natural beautiful growing thing in the barren landscape of this unpleasant world. A Lunar Flower certainly sounded promising.
There seemed to be several decrepit lean-tos by the river, so Endrance was grateful for the little one's explicit directions. Even if they had been phrased a bit strangely. The scents referenced as landmarks were certainly...distinct enough.
When Endrance reached what he assumed was the appropriate crumble of building, he stepped carefully up to the door, wondering if it might not collapse on him at any moment. Such lengths he went to for beauty. The door was not quite on its hinges properly, but he thought it polite to knock all the same. His soft rapping became a moist thunk thunk thunk thanks to the recent rain and the rotting wood of the door.