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? ]

Comments

[strateelgic]

Do you mean... curse the doll?

[Following after!]

[finalbows]

[ "What else?" ]

[strateelgic]

With what kind of curse, might I ask?

[finalbows]

[ HERE WE ARE AT OUR DESTINATION roosting while Leviathan closes the last bit of distance

Simple. Add.. Deterrent. Same... as my room.

aka Angie's bedroom door that gives anyone who tries to open it a good zap if they try the doorknob without disabling the magic bullshit on it ]

[strateelgic]

Sounds fair enough. We do want to keep it safe, after all.

[Unlocking the door for them since he's the only one with hands.]

[finalbows]

[ angie dove wings in, and quickly takes up a roost on a sawhorse, to start looking to and fro...

Look for... rose... carving...

Well, that could be anything. ]

[strateelgic]

Ah yes, there's certainly a lack of those in this barn...

[Searching...]