03-18-2019, 10:01 AM
[font=trebuchet ms]Dawn arose, yet Straw was already awake.
She had forgotten how to keep regular sleep cycles long ago. Even if you knew how, sometimes your brain would arbitrarily decide that three in the morning was the new dawn, and there was nothing you could do but go with the flow. The knowledge, since she could gain nothing from it, was useless. Sleep was for whenever she felt like it, no sooner and no later.
Her brain had decided that the moon being three-quarters of the way from its peak to the horizon was good enough, so she had been awake a few hours, mostly traversing the roofs of the city wherever she could find a decently safe route. The sun crept out into the open, lighting both the shingles and her fur a bright orange. She had to wonder if she would have blended in, were it not for the mask that perpetually covered her face.
With a running start, she sprung from one roof, across an alleyway, onto another roof. Landing squarely on her feet, she lifted her head- and paused. The area smelled of caffeine, brewing leaves, melting chocolate, and some mix of spices that she couldn't exactly pick out. Padding over to the edge of the roof, she then leaned over slightly to try and get a look at the storefront. She thought she recognized the feline working within, but hadn't gotten her name.
Someone had mentioned shops in this area of the territory. Straw wasn't sure what she had to offer in exchange, but maybe she could find something. Her eyes wandered over to the mass of vegetation that occupied the space beside the house, and an idea emerged in the forefront of her mind. Yes, that would do it. With that, she turned and retraced her steps across the roofs, back to the edge of the town. Climbing down the planks leading from the last roof to ground level, she then headed off to the other side of the territory.
Eventually, with the sun still young in the sky, Straw returned to the shop via the streets this time. She held a small pair of pruning shears in her mouth, behind the mask. It wasn't the most comfortable setup, and the mask was slightly askew, but it worked.
Walking through the doorway, she inhaled the soft scents of tea and spice. Reaching up with one paw, she tilted the mask just enough to remove the shears from her mouth and drop them on the floor, then readjusted it so that it fit properly again. Looking at the feline, she pushed the shears forward as an offering. It wasn't really Straw's, per se, so much as just something she had found, but maybe it would help the shopkeeper with the garden.
It then occurred to her that she had to make an order. Twitching her ears, she glanced down at the floor, thinking. "...Surprise me," she said finally, looking back up.
/this reply got away from me, tl;dr: last two paragraphs
She had forgotten how to keep regular sleep cycles long ago. Even if you knew how, sometimes your brain would arbitrarily decide that three in the morning was the new dawn, and there was nothing you could do but go with the flow. The knowledge, since she could gain nothing from it, was useless. Sleep was for whenever she felt like it, no sooner and no later.
Her brain had decided that the moon being three-quarters of the way from its peak to the horizon was good enough, so she had been awake a few hours, mostly traversing the roofs of the city wherever she could find a decently safe route. The sun crept out into the open, lighting both the shingles and her fur a bright orange. She had to wonder if she would have blended in, were it not for the mask that perpetually covered her face.
With a running start, she sprung from one roof, across an alleyway, onto another roof. Landing squarely on her feet, she lifted her head- and paused. The area smelled of caffeine, brewing leaves, melting chocolate, and some mix of spices that she couldn't exactly pick out. Padding over to the edge of the roof, she then leaned over slightly to try and get a look at the storefront. She thought she recognized the feline working within, but hadn't gotten her name.
Someone had mentioned shops in this area of the territory. Straw wasn't sure what she had to offer in exchange, but maybe she could find something. Her eyes wandered over to the mass of vegetation that occupied the space beside the house, and an idea emerged in the forefront of her mind. Yes, that would do it. With that, she turned and retraced her steps across the roofs, back to the edge of the town. Climbing down the planks leading from the last roof to ground level, she then headed off to the other side of the territory.
Eventually, with the sun still young in the sky, Straw returned to the shop via the streets this time. She held a small pair of pruning shears in her mouth, behind the mask. It wasn't the most comfortable setup, and the mask was slightly askew, but it worked.
Walking through the doorway, she inhaled the soft scents of tea and spice. Reaching up with one paw, she tilted the mask just enough to remove the shears from her mouth and drop them on the floor, then readjusted it so that it fit properly again. Looking at the feline, she pushed the shears forward as an offering. It wasn't really Straw's, per se, so much as just something she had found, but maybe it would help the shopkeeper with the garden.
It then occurred to her that she had to make an order. Twitching her ears, she glanced down at the floor, thinking. "...Surprise me," she said finally, looking back up.
/this reply got away from me, tl;dr: last two paragraphs
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