living skyward

The universe has a strange sense of humor, sometimes. It will probably become quite apparent when they're still a fair distance away that Tauriel isn't the only one who finds it pleasant to be in Grune's garden. Though in Sans' case, he tends to nap along the edges of the flowerbeds nowadays, so as not to damage or crush any of Grune's hard work.

He's stretched out fully, his eyesockets closed and his tail flicking idly at whatever phantoms are chasing themselves through his dreams. The snoring that rumbles in his ribcage is keeping birds from bothering the blossoms, at least.