The fixer

*Amalia* · 01-25-2017, 01:54 PM

She was looping around the mangroves, her nose to the ground as she looked for any fresh sprigs of… well anything. She needed to keep busy and refill her stores, it had grown quite depleted from the harsh autumn and winter. Amalia didn’t want to pick anything that was too young, but she would remember where it was and keep her eye on it. She didn’t like to fully take a whole plant if she could avoid it, instead harvesting from a large stalk of it. When nothing came into view, she made her way to the borders to cut into the falls. She knew that there was a big grouping of mint that was getting to the point of harvest, she could take a little bit of that. But when the scent of a stranger crossed her nose, her head lifted as she narrowed her dark blue eyes towards the boundary line of Fiori. It took a few more steps for the darker shape of the stranger to come into view, making the tiny woman hesitate. He hadn’t howled, nor had he made a sound at all. Amalia was cautious, her nose pointed upwards as she made her way closer towards him. "Can I help you?" She asked when she was close enough, her stub of a tail flicking behind her slightly.

"SPEAK"

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