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The ocelot’s ears twitched as she looked at Moth, vaguely recognizing the other woman. Mostly, she recognized Moth’s herbal scent and her general description. “Understandable, it being winter and all.” She nodded, but a strong wind gust sent her teeth chattering, and she hunkered her muzzle in her scarf. “…If you could, a blanket or two would be, ah, really nice.”
Unfortunately, three others padded over; Rosemary’s jaw tightened and her smaller eyes went cross-eyed. By the time Aurum was halfway through his longwinded speech, she’d forgotten Sophiea’s name and was too disoriented to notice the stuttering cub following his father.
“Thank you for the welcome, but I really am in quite a hurry,” Rosemary grumbled. Her eyes glanced independently between the ‘three extras’—as she thought of them in her head—until they refocused on her basket of herbs. With a flick of her paw, she used her magic to control the wind around them, using the air itself to lift them off the ground and hover beside her for easier travel.
She held a paw to rub her temple as she added, “If you’ve no useful skills with herbs, please just leave. Moth and I can handle this. I have to get back as soon as possible. I do not have the time or the energy to chew the fat.”
Rosemary’s heart thrummed in her chest, and she her breathing shallowed and quickened. Breathing deeply, she finished rubbing her temple and stepped towards Moth, in the direction towards their herb storage, a line of floating baskets behind her like a trail of ducklings. “Let’s check the herb storage first. Anything you don’t have, I can probably trade for in the Palm Glades or elsewhere—I’d rather not clean you all out of medical supplies, just because those bastards did the same to us.”
[/td][/tr][/table]Unfortunately, three others padded over; Rosemary’s jaw tightened and her smaller eyes went cross-eyed. By the time Aurum was halfway through his longwinded speech, she’d forgotten Sophiea’s name and was too disoriented to notice the stuttering cub following his father.
“Thank you for the welcome, but I really am in quite a hurry,” Rosemary grumbled. Her eyes glanced independently between the ‘three extras’—as she thought of them in her head—until they refocused on her basket of herbs. With a flick of her paw, she used her magic to control the wind around them, using the air itself to lift them off the ground and hover beside her for easier travel.
She held a paw to rub her temple as she added, “If you’ve no useful skills with herbs, please just leave. Moth and I can handle this. I have to get back as soon as possible. I do not have the time or the energy to chew the fat.”
Rosemary’s heart thrummed in her chest, and she her breathing shallowed and quickened. Breathing deeply, she finished rubbing her temple and stepped towards Moth, in the direction towards their herb storage, a line of floating baskets behind her like a trail of ducklings. “Let’s check the herb storage first. Anything you don’t have, I can probably trade for in the Palm Glades or elsewhere—I’d rather not clean you all out of medical supplies, just because those bastards did the same to us.”
PEACEFALL
peace comes at dawn, but yours comes at night
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?