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Trotting down the beach, Rosemary’s floral-scented satchel bounced against her shoulder. She’d spent the morning collecting a fair amount of shells (for trading) and various plants (for drying and storing), but once the temperatures climbed enough to drain her energy, the witch headed back to the island’s main settlement. Her earlier isolated walk fostered a social spirit, somewhat unusual for her, and she thought of heading to the Capricorn Tavern for the rare non-tea drink.
Her paws hesitated once she saw the wyvern’s rickety booth. She reconsidered her options: go to the Tavern and miss Michael’s chatty bartending or gamble on an interesting encounter with a new crewmate. When she decided, her four eyes zeroed in on Jotunhel, and she resumed her trot down the beach in his direction.
“Morning, Jotunhel. I hope the wing’s healing well?” Her smaller pair of eyes glanced at his on-the-mend wing, silently appraising the healing process, though she never took her attention off the dragon. “So… how does this work, exactly?”
She licked her teeth and bit back the impulse to ask for trade. The sign said free, after all, so he’d probably feel insulted. Even so, Rosemary was so used to bartering for healing supplies from other group that she nearly started bartering anyway. She silently wondered whether this meant she needed more social interaction that wasn’t facilitated by trade.
After being lost in thought for a moment, she cleared her throat and shook her head. “Um, if it’s not too much trouble, maybe just a compliment. You’re very handsome, but kissing acquaintances isn’t really my favorite thing, you know?”
[/td][/tr][/table]Her paws hesitated once she saw the wyvern’s rickety booth. She reconsidered her options: go to the Tavern and miss Michael’s chatty bartending or gamble on an interesting encounter with a new crewmate. When she decided, her four eyes zeroed in on Jotunhel, and she resumed her trot down the beach in his direction.
“Morning, Jotunhel. I hope the wing’s healing well?” Her smaller pair of eyes glanced at his on-the-mend wing, silently appraising the healing process, though she never took her attention off the dragon. “So… how does this work, exactly?”
She licked her teeth and bit back the impulse to ask for trade. The sign said free, after all, so he’d probably feel insulted. Even so, Rosemary was so used to bartering for healing supplies from other group that she nearly started bartering anyway. She silently wondered whether this meant she needed more social interaction that wasn’t facilitated by trade.
After being lost in thought for a moment, she cleared her throat and shook her head. “Um, if it’s not too much trouble, maybe just a compliment. You’re very handsome, but kissing acquaintances isn’t really my favorite thing, you know?”
PEACEFALL
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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?