*embarks on his usual pre-twilight wanderabout* *pre-twilight meaning high noon, of course* *does a lot of wandering about, after all*
*spends some time checking over the gardens and quietly directing various Maiar and other spirits in their tasks* *weeds an entire (purple) strawberry patch in the meantime (with his feet)*
*afterward, manifests right into a gaggle of singing flytraps* *crouches down in their midst, completely unconcerned about the carnivorous plants all around, and has a spot of (cotton candy) tea (with just a
smidge of Ocher for spice)* *shares the tea with the flytraps' roots, of course*
*does laundry* *scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub* *considers all of the shades of White*
*is an owl for a while, and Dreams some dreams far and wide*
*finally drops back to the earth, just as the Sun begins to sink beneath the horizon, and makes his way to a certain
Air spirit's bower*