♪ — Deep in his weed binge, Speedy had come up with numerous novel ideas. He was beginning to realize that the ol' devil's lettuce was more than just something to get you stoned, it actually made him see things a bit... differently. He'd found some empathy within him to notice both Arya and Elian going through some turmoil. Perhaps inner turmoil-- they'd both recently lost someone whom they'd loved. Though, they also both seemed particularly good at hiding it. Arya, for one, was functioning alarmingly well given her circumstances. Elian, on the other hand, seemed a bit more detached. When the idea came to Speedy to give the two of them gifts, it didn't quite occur to him that giving presents wasn't exactly the best way to apologize for their losses. Nevertheless, the hyena had been hard at work, carving bones into different shapes in his pyramid. He'd cut his paw numerous times trying to fiddle with the knife, leaving bandage wraps around both of them. But he persisted, eventually forming two tiny bone sculptures out of a dozen rejects.
The first, for Elian, was a cactus. He'd covered it in black paint, which was relatively easy to create once he mashed berried together. To Speedfreak, a cactus was representative of several things. For starters, they were often prickly on the outside, but housed an oasis of fresh water on the inside. It seemed fitting for Elian, given his prickly personality-- but even Speedfreak had seen glimmers of that oasis every once in a while. A laugh, a smile, a love for another. It was sad that Lola was gone, but showing Elian that he had a friend to support him was certainly a good idea.
For Arya, he'd fashioned a tiny mushroom, which he'd covered with deep red blood. Yes, it was real blood, and it hadn't simply been from his bleeding paws. Whose blood it was, however, would continue to be a mystery. He didn't plan on revealing such secrets. A mushroom represented something ephemeral-- something that appeared for a day or two before dissolving into the earth below. It was cyclic, mysterious, perhaps pertaining to Arya's ever-changing way of life. When things happened to her, she rarely had time to react or process. At least, that was what it seemed like. Thus, the mushroom was fitting for her gift.
Stepping out of his pyramid finally, it was already growing late in the afternoon. He'd wasted the entire day, but it didn't bother him much. Tail swishing, the hyena could barely hide his grin as he made his way toward the center of the camp. Placing his trinkets down in the sand, he called out to his victims-- err, friends. "Arya, Elian, I've got something for both of you. Come check it out, why don't ya?" Again, he didn't consider that the both of them were probably in their own bad moods. If they didn't like their gifts? Well, that would be all right. They were pretty obscure, after all.
ELIAN
arya.
"speaks in #bbdc75" —
