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The witch lounged over the side of the docks, one hindpaw soaking in the water while her forked tail skimmed the surface. She iced the surface a hair’s breadth thick wherever her tail touched the water, but the practice looked like a game instead of serious training.
Rosemary lurked on the edges of beach life, even at the best of times, and the last few months hadn’t been the best of times. Today marked a small exception in this trend, though the ocelot still avoided the crowds. The empty docks provided an excellent refuge for the water witch, where she enjoyed the public spaces of the Typhoon without needing to engage in awful smalltalk or boring trivialities, and she often visited whenever her treehouse began feeling claustrophobic rather than cozy.
Her ears twitched when she heard the jaglioness’s pawsteps, and the ocelot lifted her muzzle off her paws. Her pink nose twitched. How did greetings work, again, exactly?
“Deldrach, good morning.” Too formal? Rosemary sighed, swiped her tongue over her teeth as she stifled her own yawn, and rubbed her muzzle with the back of a paw. “If you want peace and quiet, I won’t trouble you. Unless you’re looking to be troubled.”
[/td][/tr][/table]Rosemary lurked on the edges of beach life, even at the best of times, and the last few months hadn’t been the best of times. Today marked a small exception in this trend, though the ocelot still avoided the crowds. The empty docks provided an excellent refuge for the water witch, where she enjoyed the public spaces of the Typhoon without needing to engage in awful smalltalk or boring trivialities, and she often visited whenever her treehouse began feeling claustrophobic rather than cozy.
Her ears twitched when she heard the jaglioness’s pawsteps, and the ocelot lifted her muzzle off her paws. Her pink nose twitched. How did greetings work, again, exactly?
“Deldrach, good morning.” Too formal? Rosemary sighed, swiped her tongue over her teeth as she stifled her own yawn, and rubbed her muzzle with the back of a paw. “If you want peace and quiet, I won’t trouble you. Unless you’re looking to be troubled.”
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?