natural processes

Indy was a sweet and innocent flower that was slowly realizing the ways of the world. He had his ideas but as the image of the tapirs, and their noises, haunted his thoughts slowly he made his assumptions and connections. And he wasn’t certain how he felt about all of it. Thankfully Askan easily dismissed the topic as Indigo stuttered around trying to find his voice. They turned to continue on their way, but the animals would not be ignored so easily. Indigo flinched with each grunt and Askan’s nerves were similarly at their end. The smaller man turned about face and vocally made his displeasure known.

Indigo turned around from sheer captivation at the events unfolding before him. For a moment all was still and silent. Askan had finished what was going on. Until a moment later when the tapirs made it known they would not be silenced. Almost as though they were defying him the sounds returned, louder and with much more gusto. Indy’s bright blue eyes widened in surprise as he quickly turned to avert his gaze once more. He didn’t want to be scolded by Askan again.