Rubbish collection

She glanced up as a form appeared at the edges of her visions. Her expression tightened as Lioness lack of response (or presence in general, of course) reminded her of what she had almost lost. “Kite.” She said in the way of a brisk greeting back. Her attention was short. She had almost drowned, she had almost lost her kitten, and she had definitely lost all of her things. They were out here somewhere, amongst all this trash. She was hoping to find some of it. The bracelet her dad had given each of them with pieces of their mother. That was gone. So no, she wasn’t really in the mood to be pleasant.

“I don’t know, can you?” She said shortly, glancing up at him with her crystal-encased eyes. “Can you tell what’s rubbish and what’s not? Cause I ain’t got a clue” she said sourly.


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