Circle Game
Where are we going where are we going where are we going--
The sundial hunter needs to move, needs to vent this stupid ENERGY off somewhere--and she was more than glad to do just that, putting all of her frustrations into the one thing she knows how to do--and do WELL.
Hunting.
Hunting? Oh. Oh no--please don’t hurt him--!
“Shut up.” She says again, finally tracking down the damn hide-y hole he’s picked this time to sulk around. If this magic thing had swapped around her Epithet, then the RAT has Sundial.
If it wasn’t such an important tool that Bliss Ocean still needed and something that she quite LITERALLY needs to live, as much as it hurts to face that fact, she would have let the damn rat keep it for a few weeks. Would have definitely made things interesting if it wasn’t for that fact that she kept GOLDING and ungolding things to keep venting out all this fake--fake joy--
Remembering things that still stung fresh in her mind, being stuck with this literal BABY that wouldn’t STAY QUIET--
“RAMSEY! Ah’ KNOW yer in here with mah STUPID EPITHET--yew’d better nawt have DUSTED yerself, yew jackhole--!”
She doesn’t bother to be subtle, practically swinging up the window so hard it would have CRACKED--were it not for the fact that it had been partially golded. She shimmers in MOLTEN anger, but not from the sun--no, from the bits of gold in her hair and around her hands and boots.
“Ah’ hate this, FUCK--don’t fuckin’ RUN, yew piece of shit, or ah’ SWEAR--”
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