I found this. When I was looking around town. It had... cut feathers. And... A-and butterfly wings. And it smelled like--
[ He swallows, then fusses with the one if the ends of his ribbons ]
-- The Garden. And someone brushed my hair back... like mother does.
[ She's here, his mind screams. She's here. She's watching him, she's here. His breathing picks up again, and the poor boy is shaking. The cage was a threat.
Come home, or else. But he doesn't know how. ]
I l-lost the butterfly wings when I fell in the river... s-so...
cw dissociation/panic attack?
[ He seems to struggle describing it. ]
I found this. When I was looking around town. It had... cut feathers. And... A-and butterfly wings. And it smelled like--
[ He swallows, then fusses with the one if the ends of his ribbons ]
-- The Garden. And someone brushed my hair back... like mother does.
[ She's here, his mind screams. She's here. She's watching him, she's here. His breathing picks up again, and the poor boy is shaking. The cage was a threat.
Come home, or else. But he doesn't know how. ]
I l-lost the butterfly wings when I fell in the river... s-so...
[ he points to the nest with the cut feathers ]
That's me,
[ and the honeysuckle ]
... and those are for Sugarfly Cookie.