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Rosemary circled down on a breeze to the town, her white paws touching down next to the shapeless marble statue. The dry vegetation crinkled between her toes; once she noticed this, the ocelot’s four eyes couldn’t ignore the signs of drought, despite the recent puddles. Yet she couldn’t recall any Tangler asking the Typhoon for assistance.
She cleared her throat. No matter. She had her own reasons for coming here.
Two woven baskets orbited her and settled down before the witch. One contained fresh fish, preserved from ice she froze along the way, caught in the Typhoon’s ocean. The other, filled to the brim with a red fruit with eye-like markings, settled between her front paws. Despite its lack of life-saving properties, it was her favorite of the bunch; when she didn’t want herbal teas and needed a caffeine kick, she turned to guaraná.
Rosemary glanced from her baskets to the drought-ridden town; she immediately realized a number of different resources she could’ve brought that they would’ve needed more. She nearly blamed herself. But that was irrational, wasn’t it, when she knew perfectly well that she had no idea the Tanglewoods languished in drought conditions only a few hours ago.
“Tanglers? I’m looking to trade for a few medicinal herbs local to your swamp. And perhaps a book or two.” Her main pair of eyes squinted, while the smaller pair erratically looked around the town for a familiar face. “Is Moth around? I would prefer to speak to her about these matters. I wouldn’t want to exhaust your own herbal stores.”
[/td][/tr][/table]She cleared her throat. No matter. She had her own reasons for coming here.
Two woven baskets orbited her and settled down before the witch. One contained fresh fish, preserved from ice she froze along the way, caught in the Typhoon’s ocean. The other, filled to the brim with a red fruit with eye-like markings, settled between her front paws. Despite its lack of life-saving properties, it was her favorite of the bunch; when she didn’t want herbal teas and needed a caffeine kick, she turned to guaraná.
Rosemary glanced from her baskets to the drought-ridden town; she immediately realized a number of different resources she could’ve brought that they would’ve needed more. She nearly blamed herself. But that was irrational, wasn’t it, when she knew perfectly well that she had no idea the Tanglewoods languished in drought conditions only a few hours ago.
“Tanglers? I’m looking to trade for a few medicinal herbs local to your swamp. And perhaps a book or two.” Her main pair of eyes squinted, while the smaller pair erratically looked around the town for a familiar face. “Is Moth around? I would prefer to speak to her about these matters. I wouldn’t want to exhaust your own herbal stores.”
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?