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Puppy | Rhys & Dahye

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“I’m just going to look,” Dahye insisted as she and Rhys walked out of camp and towards the city. She had seen an animal shelter on a previous trip out, and had been curious ever since. Her parents had a cat, but it was the type of animal that would hiss if anyone but Dahye’s mother approached it. It often claimed her bed, however, which only increased her dislike for the creature when it tried to bat her away and keep her from sleeping. Her experience with animals otherwise was confined to a handful of pets she met here or there.

“Besides,” she added, “if I’m going to get a puppy then I have to make sure we’re a really perfect match, and you never know. My match may not be at that shelter... Plus, it’s gotta like people, it’s gotta be good at camp, it’s gotta like Emrys-- There are a lot of things to consider.” Despite her words, she couldn’t hide the fact that she was excited. This was a big deal as far as she was concerned, a huge step for being on her own. “It’s not far, now. Just behind that taller building there.”

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Curious Strangers || Evonna & Rhys

Nostalgia filled her lungs and circulated through her veins as she stood in front of her new tent assignment. The smile on her face made her cheeks sore but she couldn’t contain the excitement of returning to her former home. Something she had definitely taken for granted in Russia - and the circus before - was having a personal bed to find comfort in whenever needed. A wave of guilt fell over her briefly as she remembered the day she left the circus. ‘Jumping on the bandwagon’ was not a typical behavior of the young woman, but fear and uncertainty can induce irrational decisions.

“Purple this time … I like it,” she said to herself before taking an eager step into her new living quarters. The young woman tossed her small bag of belongings onto the nearest empty cot. The best thing about travelling as much as she did was the requirement to pack lightly. Out of her bag she pulled out a deck of cards and a handful of garments. “Looks like I finally have reason to go clothes shopping,” she stated with a sense of disappointment.

Evonna picked an old pair of white gloves from the small pile of apparel and pulled them over her hands, a slight pout taking over her lips as she did so. While they were extremely uncomfortable, she understood their purpose and was even thankful she had a conventional way to control her mind intrusion.

Through her peripheral she noticed the one cot in the tent that seemed to already be occupied. The young woman thought about the possibilities of who her new ‘roommate’ might be. Was it the guy who could walk through shadows? Goodness, she hoped not. That man always struck fear in the young clairvoyant despite how kindly he presented himself.

Without much consideration she walked over to the belongings of this for-now-mystery person and attempted to draw a conclusion based on what surrounded their cot. Of course, only moments into her little investigation the sound of moving fabric from behind startled her and she took a small jump toward her own bed. She turned to the figure and smiled, turning red as she realized she had just basically been caught snooping.

“Hello,” she greeted nervously in Russian before realizing that was not a popular language.

“I mean ‘hello’,” she quickly added, in English this time, her accent coming through thick.