Uncle Johnny

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He looked at the male, startled that he spoke to him so kindly and hesitantly met the male’s gaze with his speckled eyes as he drew closer before he looked away again. “Comfrey.” He said in a soft voice, his body language changing from being overly submissive to overly shy. “I-it has small, violet flowers, and l-l-long l-leaves.” He said and managed to glance at the male again, feeling his cheeks burn under the male’s pointed gaze.

He broke away suddenly, to put much needed distance between them, his ears still flat and his head low, but his wide eyes now held onto the stranger. He reminded Spider of a gull’s feather now that he had gotten a better look at him;  crisp black markings over a white canvas. He turned his head away again, urging himself to focus and made a show of pawing through a clump of overgrown herbs at the base of a large stone.

 
“I-i-it’s good f-f-for the s-skin.” He sputtered awkwardly, noticing how the male’s pink tinged fur resembled Vali’s. He wondered momentarily if he suffered from the same condition she did, although judging from the intense focus of his mismatched eyes he supposed he couldn’t be blind like she was.

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