I'LL BE NEEDING STITCHES / joining

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kiira | tanglewood | medic
AND SOMETHING NEW WILL BREAK THE DAY

"Y-yes, w-we will," soft-spoken words answered.  Petite the form the voice belonged to and quite unintentionally she had arrived as oft the case when the body one resides in seemed constantly in flux.  The little arctic fox could barely maintain a fully solid form, let alone a constant location.  For the moment her glitches settled into simple erratic 'ghosting', snow white paws turning translucent one second, to reappear the next.

Dancing mitchmatched hues flickered from each face.  Lightly, pointed teeth caught on the inside of her cheek.  "I-I'm K-Kiira." What's a Typhoon again?  "A m-medic h-here." At least I already know why they're here... Rude to compare us like that though. Thoughts and feelings the vixen kept to herself, a private child.  Gently, her brows crease as she regards the rude one, blinking.

"C-can I h-help in someway? I-I know a f-few herbal t-teas that can r-restore strength." Though sleep worked just as well, insomnia plagued the vulpine for too long to recall.  Both certainly never hurt.  "T-there's f-food an' water in t-town too."

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