Post by ShoddyProduct on Apr 9, 2023 1:29:09 GMT
The changeling blinked, frozen by shock and surprise by the commanding tone of Poppy, and the way she took off, as if she had a clear goal in mind. Once Juniper had regained their senses, they realized that, somehow, they ended up with a broom in their hands. Their heart dropped somewhat, the realization dawning that they likely had more than just sweeping to do to make this place livable for however long they would be staying, and they reluctantly got to work.
They allowed their mind to wander, alone as they were. Sweeping was a menial task, something easy and monotonous and straightforward. As the sorceress patrolled the cabin, hunting dirt and dust accumulated over an unknown number of years, they thought of their new companion. Thought on is more accurate, as they considered their situation once more, wondering how a failed raid on Fen Manor had ended up with both of them lost in the woods, relatively isolated from the wider world. How long would they be here, they wondered, and how would things turn out? How would Poppy take to them, someone so diametrically opposed to her own ideals? What would the next few days be like?
Would the offer from the ship still be valid?
Left to their own thoughts, Juniper's mind wandered further still, leaving pressing, important thoughts for later, instead thinking about Poppy more specifically. The satyr's arrival in Fen Manor was firmly stuck in their mind, a woman full of anger, green hair splayed wild, emerald eyes piercing with intent to protect. Their mind lingered on those eyes, intense and captivating, for much longer than they would like to admit, humming softly to theirself as they worked away at cleaning the cabin.
They allowed their mind to wander, alone as they were. Sweeping was a menial task, something easy and monotonous and straightforward. As the sorceress patrolled the cabin, hunting dirt and dust accumulated over an unknown number of years, they thought of their new companion. Thought on is more accurate, as they considered their situation once more, wondering how a failed raid on Fen Manor had ended up with both of them lost in the woods, relatively isolated from the wider world. How long would they be here, they wondered, and how would things turn out? How would Poppy take to them, someone so diametrically opposed to her own ideals? What would the next few days be like?
Would the offer from the ship still be valid?
Left to their own thoughts, Juniper's mind wandered further still, leaving pressing, important thoughts for later, instead thinking about Poppy more specifically. The satyr's arrival in Fen Manor was firmly stuck in their mind, a woman full of anger, green hair splayed wild, emerald eyes piercing with intent to protect. Their mind lingered on those eyes, intense and captivating, for much longer than they would like to admit, humming softly to theirself as they worked away at cleaning the cabin.