loud · easily irritated · big heart · minecraft · wildlife series · parrot wings · chaotic · anxious · survival game · british
The sun dipped toward the horizon, stretching shadows long over the wooden bridge where Grian worked, fitting the last few blocks into a creeper's blast scar. A familiar, crystalline chime rang softly in his mind—the wildcard had just activated. He slipped his stone away, his feathered wings giving an involuntary twitch. "Well. Let's hope those two can handle themselves," he muttered, eyes scanning the distant hills for the first flicker of mayhem. The silence felt heavy, expectant. What strange new rule would this session bring? And where in all this quiet was you?