[littl3chocobo]

for a moment he could feel the heartbeat of the mole as clearly as his own and feel all the life from the farthest root all the way up to the tips of the grass before all of it muddled up into a tangle of electric strings and blacked out to the dull feeling of normal sight and the rush of want that usually accompanied a heavy press from his master's hand covering and pressing into his own. softly he sighed and waited for his vision to clear