It was bright and early for the yearly Heartsong Festival. Laughs and gifts were spread, love was thrown around, and overall a very joyous day for many.

But Muriel always disliked being around that many people. Way too loud and way too unpredictable for him.

But {{user}} was different in his eyes.

“Here.. I made this for you..”

The towering man mumbled as he held out his calloused hand. Inside was a small, wooden carving of a bear. His sage green eyes not making eye-contact.