05-10-2021, 02:20 PM
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"Aren't we on...decent terms or...what's the deal?"
The initial concern that was nearly palpable in the air drove her to see what the situation was, who was injured and how bad it was. Nothing new, really, not that she was what one might call jaded or used to the complications of being a fragile piece of walking meat. Blood shed, bones broke, and it was all very terrible, but to imagine someone getting hurt that she had taken a liking to, well, that was new. Something else, since as far as Sunny could remember, she never had anyone she could build any kind of relationship with, friend or otherwise. Cons of being a traveler on her own she guessed. Or was it a pro? After all, it meant she couldn't feel the dread in her core that she felt now when the identity of the injured was revealed to her.
"Goldenpaw? GG?" Sunset asked with an unusual, uncharacteristic voice quivering with shock and worry, nearly stumbling forward just to shrink the distance between herself and the other discens, crouched closer to Goldenpaw's head, looking over and down at the boy. He was breathing, at least, and wasn't dead. That was better than the alternative.
The initial concern that was nearly palpable in the air drove her to see what the situation was, who was injured and how bad it was. Nothing new, really, not that she was what one might call jaded or used to the complications of being a fragile piece of walking meat. Blood shed, bones broke, and it was all very terrible, but to imagine someone getting hurt that she had taken a liking to, well, that was new. Something else, since as far as Sunny could remember, she never had anyone she could build any kind of relationship with, friend or otherwise. Cons of being a traveler on her own she guessed. Or was it a pro? After all, it meant she couldn't feel the dread in her core that she felt now when the identity of the injured was revealed to her.
"Goldenpaw? GG?" Sunset asked with an unusual, uncharacteristic voice quivering with shock and worry, nearly stumbling forward just to shrink the distance between herself and the other discens, crouched closer to Goldenpaw's head, looking over and down at the boy. He was breathing, at least, and wasn't dead. That was better than the alternative.
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