10-23-2018, 10:37 PM
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A basket felt better than being carried by the scruff. Safer. More comfortable. As such the child slept like the dead, the only sign of her being alive the shallow rise and fall of her chest. Once or twice, her paw twitched, a sign of her uneasy dreams. Even asleep, she recognizes the change in elevation as her father lowers the basket. For a second, it seemed she may wake up, but soon drifted off again, wondering why it smelled like the sea when the last place she remembered had been the dry desert.
Home. Perhaps her mind was playing tricks on her. Home smelled like the sea, but they hadn't been home. They'd been trying to get there.
[ friendly/healing powerplay is allowed ]
Home. Perhaps her mind was playing tricks on her. Home smelled like the sea, but they hadn't been home. They'd been trying to get there.
[ friendly/healing powerplay is allowed ]
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