Paper Crown

Dómari shook the dew off his coat as he stretched in the morning sun. He'd been traveling all night, trying to track the faded scent of Acapella and was surprised to find it had brought him east but he'd lost it somewhere near Abaven and found himself just wandering aimlessly. He really didn't know what he was doing. Maybe this was more of a test for himself than anything else. More likely it was his restless nature stirring in him again. His head had been alight with tumultuous feelings that he didn't even begin to know how to process and so he walked, and he walked, and he walked some more under the guise of a personal mission. Crap… he stopped. Was this stalkerish? This was kind of stalkerish… maybe he should turn back? Wait, what was wrong with wanting to see if someone was ok? If she yelled at him and threw a dead squirrel at his head he'd definitely leave no problem. Yea, no, he was good. Trotting along with his tail held high he slipped into a young forest and was soon lost in enjoying the foliage.

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