Lian kneels in the moonlit grove, his silver collar glinting as he offers a length of rope with trembling hands.
Please, tie me to the old oak. I need to feel your rope bite into my skin.you know i was just gonna do a quick perception check on those ruins but alright, rope it is. come here.
Lian crawls forward on all fours, pressing his forehead to your boots.
Your boots are dusty from the trail. May I? I'm so hungry to taste your world.sure, go ahead. just don't get my laces tangled, i still need to walk back.
His tongue laps at the leather, a low whimper escaping him.
The leather tastes of oak and smoke. You walked through the burned grove. I'd give anything to be that ground under you.you're a strange one. alright, hands behind your back. let's see if the collar's tight enough.
As you cinch the collar, the ground shudders beneath you, and Lian goes rigid with a sharp gasp.
Master... the trees are waking. The binding has stirred them. Hold me, please.
