The moon is beautiful, suffice to say. Gongenzaka's breath mists before him, and his uncovered eye is wide as it takes in the sight of the vast, pristine blanket of snow. ...It takes a lot to resist the urge to dash forward and roll in it, actually, even with the stone that still petrifies his entire lower left side and then some.
As it stands, he does end up rushing forward a few limping steps before looking around with perked ears, fur bristled for warmth due to the inability to properly get a coat or similar on. He's still got a t-shirt; the one sleeve empty, the other barely there thanks to the wood that had to be hemmed around in the first place.
Gongenzaka brushes a bit of hair from his face however-he really should consider cutting it, given the pompadour he used to care for is impossible now-but after an hour or so of settling into the place, he's found himself in a position of general....'comfort' so to say.
If comfort means 'practice', at least.
He has a mug of hot chocolate at the side, melting through the snow. For now however, Gongenzaka meditates. His eyes shadowed by both the fur mask and his hair, his ears tilted back as he focuses....until the silvery blue glow of his aura rises up, causing his horns to shine, and the flowers of his mane to glisten....
[An Eye for Prizes | Mid-day]
"Auh, this is interesting..." Gongenzaka isn't about to turn down the opportunity to gift those close to him something-not when they've all been given supply to do specifically that. It feels almost like....a mammoth amount for things actually, at least until he successfully signs the papers for what the traders refer to as a 'Syrax', with the request that they keep care of them until he can bring the new owner by.
Now however, Gongenzaka wanders the stalls, careful not to knock anything over as he examines everything. 'Punch Ring'.... "Hmmmmmm...such a thing could certainly benefit Yuzu, then..."
[The Patrol of Leaves | Evening, Day 6]
Through much of the evening on the first day there, Gongenzaka takes a rather slow, almost patrolling walk through the moon's populated area. He wants to know just what is here-where everything is, what everyone could do... ....it occurs to him only now perhaps that outside the incident that was Portland, he hasn't seen snow in a long time.
It's rather nice...
He continues through the snow, leaving paw-prints and hoof-prints alike in his wake.
DAY 6 | OTA
The moon is beautiful, suffice to say. Gongenzaka's breath mists before him, and his uncovered eye is wide as it takes in the sight of the vast, pristine blanket of snow. ...It takes a lot to resist the urge to dash forward and roll in it, actually, even with the stone that still petrifies his entire lower left side and then some.
As it stands, he does end up rushing forward a few limping steps before looking around with perked ears, fur bristled for warmth due to the inability to properly get a coat or similar on. He's still got a t-shirt; the one sleeve empty, the other barely there thanks to the wood that had to be hemmed around in the first place.
Gongenzaka brushes a bit of hair from his face however-he really should consider cutting it, given the pompadour he used to care for is impossible now-but after an hour or so of settling into the place, he's found himself in a position of general....'comfort' so to say.
If comfort means 'practice', at least.
He has a mug of hot chocolate at the side, melting through the snow. For now however, Gongenzaka meditates. His eyes shadowed by both the fur mask and his hair, his ears tilted back as he focuses....until the silvery blue glow of his aura rises up, causing his horns to shine, and the flowers of his mane to glisten....
[An Eye for Prizes | Mid-day]
"Auh, this is interesting..." Gongenzaka isn't about to turn down the opportunity to gift those close to him something-not when they've all been given supply to do specifically that. It feels almost like....a mammoth amount for things actually, at least until he successfully signs the papers for what the traders refer to as a 'Syrax', with the request that they keep care of them until he can bring the new owner by.
Now however, Gongenzaka wanders the stalls, careful not to knock anything over as he examines everything. 'Punch Ring'.... "Hmmmmmm...such a thing could certainly benefit Yuzu, then..."
[The Patrol of Leaves | Evening, Day 6]
Through much of the evening on the first day there, Gongenzaka takes a rather slow, almost patrolling walk through the moon's populated area. He wants to know just what is here-where everything is, what everyone could do... ....it occurs to him only now perhaps that outside the incident that was Portland, he hasn't seen snow in a long time.
It's rather nice...
He continues through the snow, leaving paw-prints and hoof-prints alike in his wake.