he loves me, he loves me not
tide
Today, 11:18 AM
Tide was far faster than Ioan. He was breathless by the time he caught up to the Raider. Eyes wide, tongue rolling out and panting hard. "What d-do you mean sshhark bite!?" Ioan says with bewilderment as he keeps his gaze on Tide for a few more moments. Who gets bit by a shark and lives to tell the tale? He's fascinated with his new friend and his wild stories that accompany the tiny merle frame. Remembering that staring is rude, Ioan turns his orange gaze away from Tide to look out at the field they cross. It's familiar and comfortable, and what's even better is that the flowers were blooming! He spots a cluster of dandelions, not waiting a moment more before bounding over to the yellow flowers. Plucking a few between his teeth, he's sure to hurry this time so that he can keep up with Tide. "Thorry, juth gotta collecth thome of thethe," Ioan mumbles, shoulders shrugging as he lays his eyes on another cluster of dandelions. |