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Originally Posted by yummyluc
marshfur wanted to lash out at them, but for what? making her think? trying to force open her mind and widen the singular lane she'd been running through? yes, it was exactly that. of course, marshfur would insist on being alone, insist on wanting to take care of things herself, but really? she was so closed-minded she held a grudge against a plant. she hated that daydream had made her realise that. quickly, she shook the thoughts away with a 'hmph' and followed the enby past the colourful plant. ridiculous... marshfur thought bitterly, amber eyes lingering on its purple exterior for just a minute more before she turned completely and followed a few beats behind daydream. she hadn't noticed how her ears were pinning against her head or how her scowl seemed to permanently cement itself on her face, or how her claws upturned the cold, nearly solid soil beneath her paws or the way her tail lashed around behind her. how everything about her exterior seemed less emotionless and more... angry. aggressive. she took a deep breath and stood a bit taller, letting it out and allowed herself to calm down. ears up and alert, tail calmly following behind her, claws sheathed. face monotone once more. take nothing in, let nothing out. take nothing in, let nothing out. and again, her walls were built, and the dark shadow that followed her around grinned as she led it right back to her. |
daydream hummed. they ignored marshfurs aggression. she was thinking now. she was processing, she was taking their words in and thats all they wanted. so they wouldnt jab or poke at her anymore, they didnt want to overwhelm her and make her run away. ebcause she could if she wanted to. she could get so made at daydream and walk away, and daydream wouldnt stop her. they had asked nicely if she wanted to join them, and she accepted. she could leave, but she didnt. why? why did she stay? there was some reason and thats all that daydream wanted. so they kept walking peacefully, bobbing their head to whatever hum they were reciting. they seemed unphased towards her reactions, not even acknowledging it once so ever, which could irritate some. they were on their way to a place they knew they could get honey from. it was easier when in the winter bees either migrated or fell into a deep sleep, and the assistance was appreciated. as much as they liked to think of this walk to be a trail of symbolism, they did need something done in the end.