09-15-2020, 10:56 PM
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THERE’S VACANCY IN EVERY NIGHTMARE
Rosemary’s forked tail swished. Her head tilted to the side, and she politely nodded to the arctic fox. Her four eyes bounced between the vixen’s mismatched eyes, simultaneously watching Suvi’s face as the words manifested on the page.
The ocelot nodded, this time her chin almost tucking to her chest, and she reached to gently take the book in paw. “Thank you… I have a soft spot for fairy tail retellings,” she said. She thought back to the anthology she shared with Vanye, and considered sharing this gift with the fluffy kitten. After she’d read it, of course.
“I’ll come by with a book for you? If. At some point. I head back to the Tanglewoods, I mean.” Rosemary spoke with an odd cadence to her voice, and it became more noticeable in her last sentence. She nodded again, ears flicking.
Rosemary squinted, all four eyes darting to the luminary. The ocelot rarely left the Typhoon—except during her stay in the Rosebloods—and she had no idea who he was. But the resemblance to Caesar, former officer of the Typhoon under her brother, failed to escape her notice. She carefully packed the vixen’s book into her satchel, as though ready to run, before she answered the luminary.
“Rosemary Roux.” She took a deep breath, tempted to dive straight into his mind. But she already knew he wasn’t a threat—Goldie wouldn’t tolerate an alliance with the Tanglers otherwise—so she restrained herself. “A stroll would be nice. I wouldn’t mind trading some of my finished salves for fresh herbs. I know you’re short on medics here. It’s the least I can do. To help an ally.”
[sub][W]isker[/sub]The ocelot nodded, this time her chin almost tucking to her chest, and she reached to gently take the book in paw. “Thank you… I have a soft spot for fairy tail retellings,” she said. She thought back to the anthology she shared with Vanye, and considered sharing this gift with the fluffy kitten. After she’d read it, of course.
“I’ll come by with a book for you? If. At some point. I head back to the Tanglewoods, I mean.” Rosemary spoke with an odd cadence to her voice, and it became more noticeable in her last sentence. She nodded again, ears flicking.
Rosemary squinted, all four eyes darting to the luminary. The ocelot rarely left the Typhoon—except during her stay in the Rosebloods—and she had no idea who he was. But the resemblance to Caesar, former officer of the Typhoon under her brother, failed to escape her notice. She carefully packed the vixen’s book into her satchel, as though ready to run, before she answered the luminary.
“Rosemary Roux.” She took a deep breath, tempted to dive straight into his mind. But she already knew he wasn’t a threat—Goldie wouldn’t tolerate an alliance with the Tanglers otherwise—so she restrained herself. “A stroll would be nice. I wouldn’t mind trading some of my finished salves for fresh herbs. I know you’re short on medics here. It’s the least I can do. To help an ally.”