09-22-2020, 10:53 PM
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THERE’S VACANCY IN EVERY NIGHTMARE
Rosemary’s ears twitched as she heard her name called. She finished saying fairwell to a Tangler—one eager to trade for her moonshine, once Rosemary explained the experimental addition of apples into the mix—and pulled her satchel over her shoulder. Without the bottles, it fit on her shoulder much better, and only Suvi’s book weighed it down.
“Still here,” she said, softly. The ocelot walked over to him, her forked tail flicking erratically.
The four eyed witch blinked. Though her expression remained as emotionally muted as ever, she enjoyed her little trip to the swamp. The people had greeted her warmly, and she had enjoyed trading for the little bobs and ends currently in her satchel.
“You mentioned, earlier, going for an herb gathering?” Rosemary’s top pair of eyes flickered to his crown-necklace, and she pointed at it with a paw. “Perhaps you can tell me about that while we’re walking. Jewelry like that that must be a pain to carry all the time. So. Why do you wear it?”
[sub][W]isker[/sub]“Still here,” she said, softly. The ocelot walked over to him, her forked tail flicking erratically.
The four eyed witch blinked. Though her expression remained as emotionally muted as ever, she enjoyed her little trip to the swamp. The people had greeted her warmly, and she had enjoyed trading for the little bobs and ends currently in her satchel.
“You mentioned, earlier, going for an herb gathering?” Rosemary’s top pair of eyes flickered to his crown-necklace, and she pointed at it with a paw. “Perhaps you can tell me about that while we’re walking. Jewelry like that that must be a pain to carry all the time. So. Why do you wear it?”