Nov 06 2020, 04:55 PM
Sun took in a deep breath inhaling the smells around him. It was a nice smell, the trench smelled of fresh earth and plants. The lights above shone down nicely and it was warm on his long golden fur. For a moment the gibbon stopped and turned his face to the lights and closed his eyes, and stood there just enjoying the quiet and warm on his face. Sun slowly let out the breath he had taken as he lowered his face and looked around. He was completely alone and he was absolutely fine with that. He hadn’t had a moment to himself in quite some time, though he was alright with it.
Sun let out a grunt to himself not an annoyed grunt, but just a sound. Things were a bit too quiet. Not that it was a bad thing, it was just that he was used to the sound of the children already and the fact that it’s only quiet now when they were asleep. But he honestly loved that and couldn’t have been happier to have the joyous sounds of the children filling the treehouse. As Sun walked along he stopped for a moment feeling particularly good about one bunch of ferns he had come across. Using his staff to push the larger leaves aside Sun stuck himself practically into the cluster of plants to look in the center, and found himself disheartened as he found nothing there.