fireworks and rum

Indigo walked slowly through the hallowed forest, he always felt a little different here. Like things were quieter, and sacred. Bright blue eyes scaled the trees, the boy was content here with the ancient trees. Though he was encouraged when he found the smaller trees in the forest. Dark ears perked forward as he peered forward, trying to decide what he was looking at when the boy’s voice rose up.

The growl that accompanied the words put Indigo on edge, but his gaze would focus in and his attention was clearly gathered. They weren’t very polite words either, but Indy wasn’t afraid of much, especially not a younger pup like this. ”What are you doing here?” He returned, knowing full well he could traipse all over Ashen lands and the boy couldn’t do anything about it. Vice Versa was true, but Indigo didn’t mind visitors. In fact, he enjoyed sharing and talking about his garden. ”I’ve been searching for a sapling of the white trees. I want one for my garden.” He confessed softly, again looking up to the canopy as he admired the trength of these old growth trees.