A Pirate's Life for Me

*Hyacinth* · 11-18-2020, 12:50 PM

Somehow Hyacinth found his paws carrying him back towards the orchard where he'd first met Bait a season ago, the grass already growing brown and crunchy under his paws as he walked. The saccharin scent of over-ripened fruit from summer shifting to the bittersweet smell of rotting fruit and even as he approached he could see the ground dotted with the fruit that had dropped from their branches, sagging and wrinkled, at least where they weren't buried under an already thick blanket of leaves.

His mismatched gaze swung upwards as he started passing the first trunk, the canopy above his head had moved from a variety of greens to a wide array of autumnal tones, oranges, yellows, reds. Though he hadn't failed to notice the deep greens of some trees and the man frowned, he hadn't had much experience with winter fruits and so to see trees whose leaves had yet to turn was unusual for him. Hyacinth sniffed cautiously at one of the fruits at his paws, wrinkling his nose as the scent hit him. He'd had a few drinks with his siblings before but wasn't quite sure how the process of making them actually worked, outside of the usage of fermented fruits... but these missed the slight intoxicating scent of wine and smelled more rotten, which they probably were.

The crunching of leaves under another living being's feet made the man's ear's perk. He lifted his head, narrowing his eyes as he peered through the trunks, curious as he always was. The young man remained still for a moment, pinpointing the location of the stranger, her scent drifting to him on the soft autumn breeze, mixed with the earthy scents of the leaf fall and rotting fruit. A smile graced his features as he wound among the trees, his own approach unmasked by the crunch under his own paws.

It took a moment to spot her, the young woman's coat was similar in color to many of the trees and it was only her movement that truly gave her away. "Well, didn't expect to find such a beauty around here." Hyacinth said, sliding up beside a nearby tree. Hyacinth was a flirt but he'd never lie about finding another attractive and though she didn't bear the colors of the rainbow on his pelt like his siblings did the woman was easy enough on the eyes.

WC: 397 (797/1500)

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Art by Grinfok

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