It’s! Blanketfic! Time!

[arrowace]

WHO: Bluebell
WHERE: Bluebell
WHEN: 41, on towards evening

The Ranger Formerly Known As Mute just sends out the cryptic cube call, “my tower. Bring your bedding.” And then hangs up. Thanks Ranger Formerly Known As Mute.

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[finalefantasy]

[she just flutters in there, zero caution for any harm Bluebells might do her now that she's been welcomed. wack]

[arrowace]

[ uhm obviously. Since they are on a timer, they crawl back in after. ]

I am not very warm. But . . . the girls are.

[finalefantasy]

I'd like to spend a little time with all of you...if that's okay? Don't worry about, um, temperature. I don't really feel it like you do, but I can feel you feeling it...?

It's nice.

[arrowace]

[ oh, that’s right. There’s a warmth in their chest as they remember, she’s like Minuet. She’ll understand even when Caesura can’t fit the right words together. It makes Caesura want to feel nice things, so that she can feel it to. They curl up against the quietly brooding quail hens with iron-clad certainty that Hope will like the way the hens make them feel: fond, protective, proud. Experimentally:

Good? ]

[finalefantasy]

[they feel...a ripple of feedback returned. their emotions reflected, absorbed, understood. but not just perfectly mirrored, because Hope and her sisters may be drowning in the black waters of the bad end of empathy, but it does not mean each does not have her own mind, or wholly fails to retain a sense of being an individual lens.

she likes what Caesura is feeling. it feels good to her. Bluebell's togetherness feels good to her. the quails are cozy and comfortable, simple: warm, fed, flock, safety. she perceives emotions in a tapestry of sensation the way a dog might map the world with scent, and the blue threads of this one are quiet and soft.]

Very.

[arrowace]

[ now there’s all of that and also the pride of doing something nice for Hope. Little cozy emotion feedback loop. ]

[finalefantasy]

[she manages to convey a sense of smiling through it, somehow]

Rest well, Caesura. I can close the window, when I must go.