Sowing Seeds
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"Come here...isn't your paw hurt?"
Giorno had full intentions of stealing a mid-day nap, but Croccante was high on one of the broken pillars beside the door to his room. The white cat eyed him but didn't come down. Giorno sighed and rubbed his head. Just looking up for too long was hard when he had been on his feet for longer than an hour or two.
It had been just two days since he cured Joseph. He had slept almost the rest of the day through and that was all he was allowing himself after making himself so scarce for a whole week. At some point doubt would creep into the community gossip and that was the last thing he needed to manage.
Giorno leaned against the pillar and put some of his energy into the ivy vines that crept up it. The flowers burst open, surprising the small cat, and urging her to leap down--right onto his head. He quickly pried her out of his now-mussed curls and inspected her paw. A little splinter poked out of the pink pad, and he squinted to pluck it out--and missed. And tried again--and missed. His hands were shaking. Croccante's tail was swishing in irritation. He summoned all his focus and managed to fix his fingers around it to pull it out, and the fluffy cat bolted out of his arms not a moment later.
"Yes, yes...you're welcome." Giorno watched her take off down the hall.
Giorno had full intentions of stealing a mid-day nap, but Croccante was high on one of the broken pillars beside the door to his room. The white cat eyed him but didn't come down. Giorno sighed and rubbed his head. Just looking up for too long was hard when he had been on his feet for longer than an hour or two.
It had been just two days since he cured Joseph. He had slept almost the rest of the day through and that was all he was allowing himself after making himself so scarce for a whole week. At some point doubt would creep into the community gossip and that was the last thing he needed to manage.
Giorno leaned against the pillar and put some of his energy into the ivy vines that crept up it. The flowers burst open, surprising the small cat, and urging her to leap down--right onto his head. He quickly pried her out of his now-mussed curls and inspected her paw. A little splinter poked out of the pink pad, and he squinted to pluck it out--and missed. And tried again--and missed. His hands were shaking. Croccante's tail was swishing in irritation. He summoned all his focus and managed to fix his fingers around it to pull it out, and the fluffy cat bolted out of his arms not a moment later.
"Yes, yes...you're welcome." Giorno watched her take off down the hall.
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Date: 2025-01-16 06:22 am (UTC)1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. He had decided to use an old coin as a unit of measurement for this one and dragged it six times to where they were now. "This coin landed on heads this morning. So far...we've been pretty safe. Though...the coin isn't really what I should be thanking first."
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Date: 2025-01-16 06:25 am (UTC)"Who'd you thank?"
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Date: 2025-01-16 06:59 am (UTC)Rustle
Chilchuck's ear twitched and he whipped around at the sound of the brush 30 feet back.
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Date: 2025-01-16 07:00 am (UTC)"Stay here and keep them safe." She unholstered her blaster, ready to use it if whatever-it-was-that-made-that-sound was dangerous. Then crouching, she slowly, methodically approached the source of the sound, her finger readied on the trigger.
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Date: 2025-01-16 07:12 am (UTC)When he looked back, the bushes rustled even harder. Then, there was a flash of orange--a fox's head popped out of the wet leaves.
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Date: 2025-01-16 07:17 am (UTC)"That's new," she remarked. "Don't think I've seen a single fox since I got here. You think it came from the abyss?"
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Date: 2025-01-16 07:35 am (UTC)"Commander! Chilchuck!" Zelda's voice called exuberantly. "Please, come see this!"
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Date: 2025-01-16 07:36 am (UTC)"What's going on?"
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Date: 2025-01-17 07:53 am (UTC)Chilchuck really missed Laios at times like this...not that he'd admit it. Zelda got the exact same glint in her eye when she was going off about something or other like Laios would.
"...Wait, so if it's from Hyrule..."
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Date: 2025-01-17 06:25 pm (UTC)And for those repairs, the resources from the abyss were a necessity.
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Date: 2025-01-18 07:07 am (UTC)Shepard ran a finger over her brow, the one with the scar. "I don't tire easily and I've lived off the land in far worse conditions than this. If we want to plan for a longer excursion, I have no objections."
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Date: 2025-01-18 07:16 am (UTC)"It would. If this forest really brought us to Hyrule...we would have access to an incredible supply of ancient Sheikah technology." Zelda squinted as she thought, letting herself process the possibility. She looked to Juli and Chilchuck as she did. They were three-fifths of the council just amongst themselves after all.
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