Action. Thought. "Speech."

Forgraves had been... eager, to say the least, to begin experimenting with his new toy. he'd been inspecting the thing for ages and has been ignoring the painful urge to test it out in favor of waiting for fairy.

the flask was a pretty tinted green color and he'd been eyeing the things the whole way to the garden.

before he completely got there though, he stopped. he hadn't seen it in... a long time. the last time he had was with azzy. he remembered the first genuine fear he had developed, that stuck with him, was from here. being forgotten. dying and... nobody remembering you. even if you make something as great as the garden... nobody knows who you are.

he shivered. he sat down just before the garden, excited to see it again, but turning his back to it in favor of waiting.

he held the flask in his paws and cleared his throat. "FAIRY~!" he called out.