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SS: Festival of Return pt6
4 years ago
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“Things don't go wrong and break your heart so you can become bitter and give up. They happen to break you down and build you up so you can be all that you were intended to be.”
- Samuel Johnson
- Samuel Johnson
♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ “OUCH!” Plum yelped as she banged her head upon the underside of the machine. “Ah, sorry, give me just a moment, please. I’ll be right out.”
“Oh, no rush, sweetheart.” the voice returned. “I was actually just wondering what a pretty little vixen like you was doing in a place like this.”
She froze, both inward and out. Her blood felt like ice in her veins as she emerged from beneath the machine while her mind digesting what the stranger had imparted to her. “A…place like this?” she asked, her voice dangerously soft.
“Well, yeah.” the stranger replied, unaware of the ice in her tone.
Quietly, she climbed to her feet, her back still to the unknown person as she lightly dusted herself off. “Look stranger, I don’t know who you are, but you’re clearly not from around here.” she hissed. “At any rate, how dare you ask something like that of me?”
“I…I beg your pardon.” the male stammered.
“’A place like this’ is my home!” she growled. “This is where I was born and raised and for you to insinuate that it—“ she continued, spinning about to face the one who had given her such offense. Yet, the moment her eyes found his, she gasped in shock, for standing before her was not a tomcat as she expected, but rather a stranger both in nativity and in creation. Not a cat or anything indigenous to the lands of Catriona. No, the stranger who filled the expanse of her sight was, apart from himself being stunned by the sight of her, a…
“Oh, no rush, sweetheart.” the voice returned. “I was actually just wondering what a pretty little vixen like you was doing in a place like this.”
She froze, both inward and out. Her blood felt like ice in her veins as she emerged from beneath the machine while her mind digesting what the stranger had imparted to her. “A…place like this?” she asked, her voice dangerously soft.
“Well, yeah.” the stranger replied, unaware of the ice in her tone.
Quietly, she climbed to her feet, her back still to the unknown person as she lightly dusted herself off. “Look stranger, I don’t know who you are, but you’re clearly not from around here.” she hissed. “At any rate, how dare you ask something like that of me?”
“I…I beg your pardon.” the male stammered.
“’A place like this’ is my home!” she growled. “This is where I was born and raised and for you to insinuate that it—“ she continued, spinning about to face the one who had given her such offense. Yet, the moment her eyes found his, she gasped in shock, for standing before her was not a tomcat as she expected, but rather a stranger both in nativity and in creation. Not a cat or anything indigenous to the lands of Catriona. No, the stranger who filled the expanse of her sight was, apart from himself being stunned by the sight of her, a…
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