norway
a white butterfly
JCKane
Esme wondered if Altaria liked the flavors or not, but before she could respond she felt little cold bumps rumbling and rubbing up against her scalp. She furrowed her brows and rolled her eyes up, but couldn’t see anything had crawled onto her head. “Do you — is there —- I think there’s something on me,” she calmly rotated back and forth, checking her arms but nothing was there. She didn’t realize there was a weedle perched on the back of her head, nibbling on a piece of her hair. “Do you see anything?”
Esme wondered if Altaria liked the flavors or not, but before she could respond she felt little cold bumps rumbling and rubbing up against her scalp. She furrowed her brows and rolled her eyes up, but couldn’t see anything had crawled onto her head. “Do you — is there —- I think there’s something on me,” she calmly rotated back and forth, checking her arms but nothing was there. She didn’t realize there was a weedle perched on the back of her head, nibbling on a piece of her hair. “Do you see anything?”