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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[survivaltricks]

[. . . ah?]

. . . something other than someone building a sandcastle?

[it's a weak, lame joke]

[beathollow]

Here? Almost certainly. I haven't gone to look yet, though.

[survivaltricks]

[a sharp exhale, and he lifts a hand to rub the back of his neck]

. . . I should check on Thistle first. But I'll put it on my "welcome back to the pasture" to-do list.

[beathollow]

You just returned, pace yourself.

[survivaltricks]

[blinks a few times, before letting out a breathless laugh]

Yes ma'am. I won't run myself too ragged.

[ah, and also--]

Did you get your hearing back?

[beathollow]

Good.

Oh! Yes, thankfully. Lyra was able to get the final push. ... We needed to roll a lot of die for all of us.

( but scars from the lightning remain with too much prominence.

oh well. )

[survivaltricks]

I'm glad.

[truly!! he knows the emotional scars of her kidnapping won't heal in such a short period of time, but. . . she's looking pretty good today, and he is happy about that]

[lightly, playfully]

Even if it took a lot of dice, it's good that Clover's luck came through for you in the end.

[beathollow]

There was a lot to be fixed, it seems. But aside from a few scars, I'm practically good as new!