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*Darya* · 09-09-2020, 08:18 PM

Darya really did feel she'd found a bit of her calling with looking after the herds, she knew it wasn't meant to be a permanent position, she was supposed to want to work her way up but there was something soothing for the perpetually jumpy woman about being among the sheep. It was a job she could do mostly by herself and that allowed her to feel she was useful without pushing her too hard out of her comfort zones... and really was that so bad?

Still, she knew she had to give her all to her other tasks, she kept a rudimentary store of herbs and tried to keep an eye out for anything that could be useful should an emergency arrive. So it was that she was scouting the knolls for new summer growths. That was until her senses were assaulted by her friend's drunkenness. Darya frowned, the scent of alcohol wasn't totally foreign to her here but something about the inclusion for Jupiter's scent and his caterwauling only gave her a sense of dread. Darya changed her course then, quickly sussing out her friend's location under the brush. "Jupiter?" She asked as she shoved her head under the brush, immediately regretting it as the stench of his drink was much stronger here. Something had to be wrong though... right?

"Говорить"

Art by TakahiroReta

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