Montserrat never had much ambition; he was far too preoccupied with everyone and everything around him to focus on any singular goal. How could anyone do one thing when the world was to ripe with a plentitude of things, just ready and waiting to be discovered? In fact, if it weren’t for his relentless curiosity, almost nothing good would have ever happened to him—he wouldn’t have met his best friend, nor would he have had the courage to escape to a brand new place with him. And he never could have come here alone—he was admittedly much too dependent on August to counteract his reckless abandon with some sense. Truthfully, if it had not been for his fawn-colored companion, the boy would have likely run himself off a cliff accidentally. Theres was a symbiotic relationship, and he of course wouldn’t change a thing.
“Oh I’m sure everyone here is going to be lovely. I mean, LOOK at it all! How can you not be in a good mood when there is so much to share?”
The prospect of meeting new folks here in this shiny land of grass so green it could turn him into a shrub was as exciting to him as it was intimidating to Augs. He tossed his head and trotted over to a large, cozy looking patch and promptly plopped down onto his side so he could lay on it like a large, delicious rug. He grabbed a few mouthfuls nearby here and there with his lips outstretched, not afraid of looking ridiculous. If anything, he hoped his goofiness might help his friend relax a little.
MONTSERRAT
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