EYES GREEN LIKE THE JUNGLE ☆ return

DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

The female had been on a several day trek to find her son, taking very little time to rest. Needless to say, the tigress was exhausted by the time they'd finally returned to their archipelago. She was unsure exactly how to respond to Lovekit's escape when it came down to it. She didn't want him to do it again, but she could not hold it against him at the end of the day either. The tigress had done similar antics in her own childhood, mindlessly walking to the desert, allowing herself to be captured, and getting lost as she stumbled around the territories in her frightened, confused state. Walking, running, moving was a natural reaction to colossal emotion, and it wasn't unlikely he'd learned from watching Goldie, as much as she tried to be a good role model.

She staggers a little behind once Lovekit bursts forward through the gate. The journey home had been mostly quiet, Goldie still working through her thoughts. She'd only assured him she was happy to have found him, and they would be home soon. She'd struggled to sleep, keeping watch to make sure no harm befell them. It was a miracle he'd manage to get so far on his own without something happening. She was grateful to the Gods for that, at the very least. Her ears twitch as her aunt comes forward, allowing her pace to slow down a bit as there was further assurance they were safe once more. "I sure hope the one who grabbed 'im knows he's back," the captain would state jokingly, tired expression on her features.