[private] here come the smolder

[Eugene]

Even though wandering out of Ischia during the winter had turned out pretty great last time, Eugene had easily adapted a habit of sticking to the more tropical regions of Beqanna during the colder months and only venturing out once the sun had decided to stop being so coy. And now, FINALLY, he could wander and feel comfortable. He never had managed to grow a winter coat yet and he was happy to continue just not having that experience. Cut down on the shininess of his coat? No way! The drawback was, of course, that Eugene gets to the rest of Beqanna and doesn’t know what to do or where to even start. It’s a little bit bigger than the islands, you know, and it’s easy for a boy to get lost. Like today! Everything looked the same to him on the mainland and next thing he knew he was standing in a sea of flowers and grasses. Which was, of course, pretty - but also pretty damn inconvenient when it came to figuring out where he was. He couldn’t remember which side of the islands the sun set on so the fact that it was setting down didn’t even help either. I mean it all depended on where you were standing, right? At least he has his trusty glow! The soft purple light extends around him, reliant and punctual as ever whenever the sun sets.  He lowers a muzzle and brushes idly at some of the nearby blossoms. “I don’t suppose you know where I am, do you?” He asks them as they stir in the dusk breeze. Unfortunately, flowers aren’t known for their conversation skills so he’s still sitting in his own silence, frowning at the sky as if that will help. It’s gotta help eventually, right?

art by kharthian

@[Tangled]