Thought Contagion

When mother’s call rang out within the pines, Abyss was walking along the eastern shore, collecting stones with their raven companion. They’d compiled a small pile of stones, wanting to save them for a later project. They wanted to keep searching, but mother was calling. They couldn’t ignore her summons.

Looking to their companion, they share a moment of silent communication. Don’t let anyone take these stones. The raven caws and clicks its beak, signifying its compliance before Abyss takes off into the forest.

They arrive shortly after one of their littermates, stopping to settle near Indica and shifting their attention to their mother. She was teaching them about perception- its meaning and importance. Abyss’ ears perk forward, a look of interest gleaming in their eyes. Their reality would never match someone else’s. An interesting concept.

"Abyssinica"