Despite being made of rocks, Apollo made the trek from the Typhoon to the Elysium in two short days.
    The trek hadn't been hard for her, shed been traveling to and from the Elysium since she.. well, wanted to was a way to describe it. She chuckled to herself, fully aware that there was not some sort of writing detailing what she was thinking or her backstory. Her chuckle, she noted, seemed a bit too fake - even for her liking. She must be getting tired. She half-mindedly glanced down at her paws. They were so heavy that she hadn't really noticed anything else. Oops!
But you know what'll make it all worth it? She asked herself.
Hmm? she responded, faining innocence.
The shop keeps~
At the very thought, her jaw flexed, energy sizzling just beneath the surface. Soon. She told herself, trying to exercise restraint. [b]Now! Yelled her paws, launching her down the pathes.
    The border collie couldnt stop her tag from wagging as she drew closer to the town, weaving her way in and out of the moutain tunnels in a rush. Soon! Soon! She'd be nesseled in the mercent markets. The warm lights and conversations she remembered filled her head as she clunk clunk clunk-ed her way down the familiar path.
I wonder who we'll see today! her thoughts chanted as she called out greetings of all sorts to the shop keepers. And I wonder if any of them want to hear a story. The thought filled her with excitment. She glanced around, finding a suitable enough box not to far from where she was. With little grace and a lot of clinking, Apollo climbed on top.
"Hello!" She called out, her voice coming out rather breathy. "Gather around for a story! Free of charge!"
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//its a little late but I wanted to put this out there! I'll edit the wordage in the morning haha

//Hi! I'm so sorry i must've gotten the notifaction for this and got distracted, hope it's not to late to respond!

Apollo's tail did a little dance as she spotted the little sand cat. Tena, if she remembered correctly - she'd been in the cat's wonderful tea shop in one of the previous visits, but other than that they hadn't interacted much. Oh, how she missed that teas flavor, perhaps she'd get some after her story.
Apollo glanced around to see if any others had joined, but her attieon kept snapping back to Tena. What was different? She meets the cat's eyes for a second before the answer hit her - there was only one electric blue eye staring back at her. Apollo mouthed the words before she could think to stop herself. "A warrior," 
Her eyes cut upwards, Intregeing.
"You look like someone who hungers for a good story." She mused, sitting down on her tall box. It creaked slightly under her shifting weight but otherwise was quiet. She nodded to Tena, tilting her head slightly to the side to make sure she was within the sight of that one dazzling eye."Tell me, beloved tea maker, which would like to hear? A tale of forgotten gods and the beans they stole, or, an ode to the sea, a slave to a master who hungers for all things shiny, including the whites of your eyes."

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