sorry for the wait, work has been a bear this week :c
Brown fingers carefully brushed away the dry and brittle leaves to reveal the mosaic decorated pot that Cypress had hidden away. He had found it a few day ago in the village and squirreled it away until he had the time to come and retrieve it. The flower pot was to be a gift for his mother and he had spent countless days looking for such replacement for the one he had broken several moons ago. Still he wanted to get it to the manor without her seeing it so that he could present his gift when the moment seemed right. Wrapping it in a skin he slipped it into the bag he had acquired while in Halifax with Silvano and started the trip back to the manor.
The straps of the bag that created its handles were held with a firm grip as he made his way back around Rabbit Lake; careful not to let it swing into anything that might crack the pottery within. He was getting better with his optime form, though he himself hardly realized it. The more time he spent in in the unfamiliar form the better his coordination was becoming. He was still diligent in watching where he placed his next step but it seemed that the earth no longer jumped up to trip him nearly as frequently as it once had. Still he hoped few would be around by the time he had reached the manor and he would be able to quickly slip up to his room to hide away the treasure once again. Then he could return to the four legs he much preferred.
Cypress' steps slowed for a moment ashes drew closer to the manor and spotted someone setting out on the porch. The figure was far to dark to be his mother and while that was of some relief. Had he been in his lupus form it would not have bothered him at all, but in his optime form he was always a little less sure of himself and he felt awkward knowing he would have to walk right past the other to make it up to his room.
Blue eyes still watched the ground in front of him though he had glanced once or twice at the ebon figure on the porch; one of the Aattes, though he didn't know the her personally. He gaze was ever downward as he climbed the steps. He gave a soft smile in greeting, though said nothing as he made his way through the door. However, there was a sudden sparkle as something caught the sun's light and it forced the young man to take a quick double take of the other with a odd look on his face.
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