[It's been nice, honestly, to just get away from things. Throwing himself into working had helped but it hadn't helped enough, and so Fiddleford had suggested a break on the theory that if one thing didn't work its polar opposite might. They have to travel to Vandare anyway for a farmer's market of sorts. Might as well take the long way.
Even in winter it's beautiful, and the shortened days mean that he can spent the majority of his time out and about instead of feeling sick and sluggish. That's one of the things he hates about being a troll: as a naga he loved the sun, and now it just makes him feel ill. His ability to be mobile was never impeded before, but now there's a good solid chunk of time that he has to spend in the tent they brought along with them simply because he's unable to leave it. Of course there is something to be said for sitting in a warm little space wrapped in about five blankets and listening to the distant sound of birdsong.
Despite a mutual vow to stay off the network, they've both been checking it daily. Fiddleford hasn't bothered being too picky about it. He hasn't really seen anything that's ruined his time out here until literally just now. And he wouldn't say Draco's post has ruined anything so much as brought up some discussion topics he was hoping to just ignore forever.]
You're not, uh. You're not invadin' my privacy. Exactly.
[Okay. Yes. Marco absolutely is. It's just that he's not doing it on purpose so it's not really his fault.]
Time for that GAY CAMPING TRIP (sometime mid December)
Even in winter it's beautiful, and the shortened days mean that he can spent the majority of his time out and about instead of feeling sick and sluggish. That's one of the things he hates about being a troll: as a naga he loved the sun, and now it just makes him feel ill. His ability to be mobile was never impeded before, but now there's a good solid chunk of time that he has to spend in the tent they brought along with them simply because he's unable to leave it. Of course there is something to be said for sitting in a warm little space wrapped in about five blankets and listening to the distant sound of birdsong.
Despite a mutual vow to stay off the network, they've both been checking it daily. Fiddleford hasn't bothered being too picky about it. He hasn't really seen anything that's ruined his time out here until literally just now. And he wouldn't say Draco's post has ruined anything so much as brought up some discussion topics he was hoping to just ignore forever.]
You're not, uh. You're not invadin' my privacy. Exactly.
[Okay. Yes. Marco absolutely is. It's just that he's not doing it on purpose so it's not really his fault.]