Love and Warmth

Avon Vale Ambrosden curls up against the love of his life- Keepsake. Rain falls rhythmically outside, tapping against the window as Keepsake admired the rain from the safety of her home. A yellow mug sits in front of her paws, and Avon snickers as she continues working on a handmade gift. "I love your gifts" he said warmly, watching her work with admiration in his eyes. His extra legs are tucked carefully under him as he slides against the floor.

Avon was more of a goofy critter, whilst Keepsake maintained this aura of leadership, regal even when she relaxes in the company of their shared home. She could be fierce and protective, whilst also showing her soft side with her loved ones. No threat would hit them if Keepsake could help it. Avon wasn't the best at fighting, but he could fling himself at someone nevertheless. They were the perfect pair. Green and down to earth, yellow and warm.

Their shared home was full of handmade gifts, photos in makeshift frames, and candles. Boy did Avon love candles. It was hopeless, but Keepsake kept an eye out for candle wax or candles in general. Candles weren't common in Eaden.