Boots&Cats&Boots&Cats

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there are no markings on her country roads no signs that show the way back home SUCCESS! It was rare that everything just sort of ... went according to plan, but thus far Otem's impromptu plan to strike up a conversation with Iskra was going swimmingly. Excitement and enthuisiasm bubbled up in the oak-marked child's chest as she continued to stealth away from her sleeping friend, lifting her feet comically high to try and remain as silent as possible. She really should have gone farther away, but in her mind she'd already been here for ages. And so, despite the fact that her decision could negatively affect her plan, Otem spun on her heels, tossed her head back slightly to get the long strands of mane out of her eyes, and coughed. Ah-hem the cough went, as if there was some audience that Otem was trying to alert, indicating that she was now out of stealth mode. "Iskraaaaa-" Otem called loudly, forcing concern and worry into her voice. "Pandora-" She continued, her voice preposterously loud as she began the pantomime of looking for the lightning boy. "You did say you thought he was over here, didn't you?" Her voice was like a bit of tangled ribbon caught in a breeze - it rose and fell, fluttering around as she stressed the implication that she had not yet travelled up this way and was only doing so on recommendation from her companion.  There was no evidence she'd already been here once.  Right? "Iiiiiiiiiiskraaaaaaa"

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