The Crushing Weight of Paradise

Tora stared openly at the tall structures, scowling. Looked a bit primitive if he had to guess. Like a piece of art left to dry in the sun somewhere, the red-white paint-like pattern is obvious. Tora didn't sit long in the shadow of a thin column. He moved on, going further south to where the others called Auster. Boreas had so far become boring to him. Movement, however, caught the boy's attention. He stared to the side, spotting a woman there.

He was content to leave her be.

She was resting, looks like. No use bothering her over nothing. He began to drift toward her, veering off to the side to allow her space. That's when he tripped. "Gack!" he stumbled and tripped over his lanky yearling legs. Looked like a very stupid dance as he struggled to keep himself upright. Embarrassment burned on his vibrant coat, threatening to turn him red. He didn't look at the woman, refusing to as he righted himself.

His fur spiked uncomfortably. Stupid fucking rocks!

"he talks"