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get well gift
Open Ultima 
Weaver
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She doesn’t know what to do. It’s such a strange feeling for her, to be this purposeful. Life outside a herd is not unfamiliar to her, but then she was traveling, learning the ways of one place with every intention of leaving them behind. Then she’d wormed her way into the local’s good graces (usually) as a guest, under the pretense of being a stranger just passing through. Other creatures are endlessly more welcoming when they know you intend to leave. So far, she doesn’t think the same is true of the Rifitians, and Weaver doesn’t even blame them. A bunch of wayward Helovian’s just came crashing through the Portal, basically taking over. Not that they wanted to come here, but here they were nonetheless.
 
Weaver’s taken to spending most of her time on the Key, finding it to be one of the only pleasant places around. The fruit was sweet and nothing seemed likely to kill her. The Key was somewhat unoccupied though, and while that was all fine and dandy, she also wanted to be around the other Helovian’s as they figured out what the hell to do. So, she came back to the mainland, usually to the cliff and the Rainforest, but sometimes to the beach in Ultima as well. It was one of the only other tolerable places around here, and though the sand was wet and sucked at her hooves, at least it wasn’t miserably hot or pouring impossible amounts of rain.
 
It still bothers her that Raven doesn’t move from her back, that he isn’t enticed by the sea glass and shells that glimmer in the fading daylight. Before this place, he would have picked up everything he could manage to carry and would have stuck yet more stuff in her wings for her to carry as well. Now though, he simply sits there, curled into his nest of her cloak on his back. She’d love to stop wearing the thing sometimes, but one, she doesn’t have anywhere to put and two, she can’t bring herself to take away his nest anyway. So she walks along the beach like that, picking up a few particularly colorful bits of debris and tucking them into his makeshift nest with him. Maybe a get well gift will help him, though she doubts combating the Portal will be so easy. 

- weaver -

and you'll be told no lies

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Messages In This Thread
get well gift - by Weaver - 07-20-2017, 02:32 PM
RE: get well gift - by Raistlyn - 07-25-2017, 04:32 AM
RE: get well gift - by Weaver - 08-08-2017, 06:50 PM