Little pagedoll of my esk 286 that kuroya-ken was ever so sweet in helping me nab. <3 Seriously too sweet sometimes! Just a quick little break between things.


Used to pick these little flowers growing up. They were purple, small like me and so numerous that it was easy to make a child sized bouquet to put into a small cup of water by the windowsill. As soon as they'd start to wilt I'd tear them apart and make wishes scattering their petals before finding more to put in that little cup. Would run all over the woods stuffing things in my pockets from ladybugs to weird plants in search for something different to add to the tiny bouquet until the crickets would start chirping as if to say it was time to go home.


Still building on this little bit's story but old memories came back and I'd like to build on them. Some are sweet, some are bitter and hopefully will be able to weave them into something special for this little esk.

esks © witherlings