sweet music playing in the dark, any

[gulliver]

GULLIVER

It comes as no surprise, how glad he is to see his brother. How the sight of him bolsters Gulliver’s heartbeat, deepens the corners of his smile as he studies Garett’s familiar face.

“Brother,” he says and this is his greeting. Before he turns his head to peer at what ferns he can see. The ones tangled up in his tail, hanging low in his mane, and the grin remains as he swings his head back around to level his gaze with his brother’s. “It is important work,” he muses, the tone light, “keeping our sister happy.” And he means it. Says it without a hint of malice or irritation. He would gladly spend his life making his brother and sister happy.

He, too, laughs good-naturedly at the gentle tug. Tosses his head simply for the theatrics of it, grinning all the while.

And then there is a brief silence while he considers his brother’s question. “I have been traveling,” he tells him, “learning what I can about the plants of Beqanna.” The only thing he has ever loved as much as he loves his family: his plants.

“And you, brother?” He asks, dipping his head to listen intently to his brother’s answer.

i will be waiting for you on the other side of the frozen pines
i'm gonna find a way through, there's another light beyond the lie

@[Garett]