It's Minglin' Time

[crittersheep]

WHO: You
WHERE: Anywhere
WHEN: Afternoon 62

[ With Bluebell's lovely morning rite, it's shaping up to be quite the peaceful day. The spring thaw continues, bringing young lilywogs with lingering stubby tails to the shores. It's easy to spot them floating among the reeds, though they're still prone to scattering if disturbed.

And across the pasture everyone is hopefully having a peaceful day, right? Or have some of you been getting up to shenanigans instead? ]

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[electricflock]

[literally has not spent more than half a second thinking about his bite until now]

… Does that happen to everyone who gets bit?

[wants_the_phd]

I'm not sure. If someone's gotten bitten and hasn't turned into a wolf, I haven't heard about it. I think it would probably be wise to err on the side of caution, though.

[electricflock]

[makes a low clucking sound]

Know how to treat?

[wants_the_phd]

I've heard you need to drink wolfsbane tea before nightfall to keep the lycanthropy from taking.

Crois said there should be two dried plants left in the clinic in Daffodil, so you have better access than most.

[electricflock]

[looks up at the sky… nightfall? he still has time]

Oh, were Licorice’s project. Crois is napping with sheep now… Is organized though, I can probably find it.

[wants_the_phd]

If you can't, there's some in the clinic. You can call me if you need help with it, okay?

[electricflock]

[nods and chirrups]

Okay. Thank you, Azdaja. And um, thanks for taking care of Quetzal too.

[wants_the_phd]

[ha...]

Glad I could help.

Well, off with you, then. Go find your dove.