It was not so very often that Aster found himself wandering about without his sister. They were two halves of a whole, each equally motivated to enjoy life to its fullest, each understanding that it was not wise to live too seriously, each understanding the meaning of fun. But even twins could not be side by side at every moment. Despite that knowledge, the buck found himself at a bit of a loss as to what to do all by himself on such a fine, sunny day - for indeed, it was a fine day.
The air was neither too hot nor too humid, yet the warm rays from the great ball of fire felt pleasant against his coat - almost enough to make him want to curl up and just enjoy the sensation like a giant grimalkin. Yet he could not help but feel that such a pursuit would be a waste of such a lovely day. This was weather for exploring and adventuring. This was a day for fun.
Now all he had to do was find it.
