Hell of a hangover

Mismatched eyes blinked back at her from the warm water of the pool and her muzzle scrunched. She knew it was her reflection, but every time she tried to place a name to the face her ears began to ring with a high pitched whine, and a vision of teeth was all she could recall. To top that off, it seemed the cinnamon raccoon that wouldn’t leave her be was some sort of… friend? She had almost eaten it once but her instincts rebelled and the creature, rather than running away had chosen to throw river stones at her and chitter as if in disapproval. It was all too strange for her.

The dark girl reached out to smack her own reflection away, a heavy sigh leaving her chest as she did so. It was hard to know what she was supposed to be doing when she didn’t even know who she was.

Leaving the hot springs behind, she trudged towards the willow trees, the strange raccoon following her with a firefly in a bottle hung about it’s neck. She had tried to let the thing go but it had flown straight back in there, little weirdo. They made a strange band for sure.

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