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special_rabbit) wrote2023-04-27 05:54 am
special_rabbit) wrote2023-04-27 05:54 am
6 Unicorn Street; Thursday Morning [04/27].
Somehow, despite Amaya usually working with the door to the forge wide open for passersby and good airflow, yesterday had passed her by without incident. Maybe all that hammering and the weapons on the wall had meant even the most careless of werebeastie knew to avoid that place. The same, apparently, could not be said for her greenhouse, and she noticed it that next morning, as she was getting ready to go downstairs and get the day started, something rustling in the plants.
"Dave?" she called out curiously. "Diane?" And, after a small hesitation and a sigh and a shake of her head, "Stabby? You all aren't getting up to something you shouldn't be, are you?"
But even as she said it, she looked toward the tank and saw the lobsters were there, just chilling out without a lobster care in the lobster world, and she frowned, maybe thinking she'd been mistaken. But there was no mistaking this loud crash of a clay pot on the tile floor of the greenhouse, and Amaya wasted no time in snagging up her nice cast iron pot and going to go see who was stomping around her greenhouse and making a mess of things.
The door swung open, and the red, feral eyes of several something stomping around her greenhouse pivoted immediately toward her, including from the large pane of broken class by the door from the outside that all these abnormally large and vicious looking rabbits had crawled in through.
"Ah," Amaya managed to get out, before they pounced, "zards."
[[ and open, if anyone so happens to try and swing by! ]]
"Dave?" she called out curiously. "Diane?" And, after a small hesitation and a sigh and a shake of her head, "Stabby? You all aren't getting up to something you shouldn't be, are you?"
But even as she said it, she looked toward the tank and saw the lobsters were there, just chilling out without a lobster care in the lobster world, and she frowned, maybe thinking she'd been mistaken. But there was no mistaking this loud crash of a clay pot on the tile floor of the greenhouse, and Amaya wasted no time in snagging up her nice cast iron pot and going to go see who was stomping around her greenhouse and making a mess of things.
The door swung open, and the red, feral eyes of several something stomping around her greenhouse pivoted immediately toward her, including from the large pane of broken class by the door from the outside that all these abnormally large and vicious looking rabbits had crawled in through.
"Ah," Amaya managed to get out, before they pounced, "zards."
[[ and open, if anyone so happens to try and swing by! ]]