an angel throng, bewinged, bedight

*Cesar* · 12-12-2015, 10:49 PM

Bleah. He wasn’t finding Brutus. It was upsetting. But with the growing doubt, Cesar felt free to explore out a bit farther. Not that he particularly wanted to – he loved the West just fine in all its ugly barrenness. However, sometimes he just drifted away, into the greener pastures of the South. There were trees and bushes and all kinds of green grasses. Granted, the winter had sucked most of the green out of everything, but it was still a pretty place.

The most recent journey up had made him a good deal tired, and so, upon entering a forest of draping, shady trees, his first plan was to find somewhere to nap. It was the perfect place – dark, with the branches reaching down like blankets to enshroud him in shadow. He wove in and out of the hanging strips, brushing gently against them and enjoying the thought that perhaps they were affectionately patting him. After a few minutes of aimless wandering, he decided on one tree and tucked himself in between some of the emerged roots. It was snug. Maybe there was something like this somewhere in the west. He certainly would have liked to find himself something like this to sleep in. Closing his eyes, he soon dozed off for a small nap.

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