It's a fresh autumn afternoon and Merlin is taking a break from his winter preparations. He's found a hollow piece of wood, and he's played with it, crafted it into a rudimentary flute. He's sitting on a tree stub out in a clearing and playing it slowly, experimenting. It's sometimes good, sometimes terrible, sometimes soulful, sometimes playful.
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Duration of this is at your discretion, btw. <3
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Hee, I can see it lasting for maybe three days.
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He grins, pets Eeyore's nose, and poof, he's gone.
All up too you, feel free to post him to that effect :) Remember, back-dated open posts go to journals. ;)
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But he's got some explaining to do to anyone who knows him and sees him like this, he realizes as he steps away, with hardly a shuffle to his gait for once.
Been a while since he had an outing... and the mental image is too funny not to play with it!
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