Gathering Peascods [closed]

[mountain_tree]

Character(s): Micas, Ana, Simera
Content: Looking for food and other useful things
Setting: The residences around the Library
Warnings: Simera being really cute. Potential killing of things.

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[ivyalchemist]

Ana didn't like the outside much, not after everything that had happened already, but a small fraction of her was actually glad to be out of the library, especially knowing she was going to be spending a lot of time in that building. She was far too pampered, she realized, for a place such as Solluna, having a home in a beautiful countryside and a room at a sprawling college campus. She was just going to have to adjust, but that didn't mean she had to like the adjustment.

Fiddling and fidgeting with the three cloth bags she'd managed to alchemy out of a random ratty bed sheet she'd found in the office junk, she finally handed one off to Micas and the other to Simera.

It felt odd, insanely so, that some one was actually expecting her to lead people anywhere, and that penetrating gaze Micas had was all the worse for making her stomach do backflips. Rory had seemed just fine with the current team assignments, but she was damn sure he was mentally making some snarky comment about her short comings and failings as a human being,

[thejoychild]

'Are we going to the jar-house?' Simera asked, catching Micas' hand and bouncing along next to her. 'There were lots of jars and some that were made out of metal, but they were more icky. All rusted and things. Do you think there will be another gimacat there? Are we going to make soup again?' She swung the bag Ana had given her loosely in her free hand as she babbled.

[mountain_tree]

With first Ana handing her a bag, and then Simera taking her hand, Micas certainly could not use her weapon. But apparently the other woman and the girl did not feel they would be in danger on this trip, so she put her arrow away and just held her bow for now in the same hand as her bag.

She could not help but smile as Simera skipped beside her in her joyful enthusiasm, wondering what 'jars' were, and if a gimacat was the animal she had spent the morning preparing. Making soup sounded good though. An efficient way to make the most of any animal. Though if they managed to catch enough meat she would not mind something a bit more rare and off the bone. . .

[ivyalchemist]

Ana had a small hope that Simera's act the day before had at least made the other cats weary, but she kept the cold metal of her array close to the heel of her palm regardless, knowing that with Micas having the only actual distance weapon of the three of them, alchemy would be the best way to alert the girl to danger and allow her to prepare an arrow. Granted Simera could do her amazing neck-snap trick again, but Ana was much more keen on the idea of getting those things at a distance rather than seeing one close up again. Her shoulder, healed though it was, the skin just as unmarred as it had ever been, still gave a twinge of ache at the memory of her first day there

[thejoychild]

'Yeah! I know where it is!' Simera said brightly and kept skipping along beside Micas.

When they got there she dropped Micas' hand and scrambled through the window, like she had the day before, to raid the pantry.

[mountain_tree]

Micas climbed in after her and offered a hand to Ana, then nodded back in the direction Simera had gone, handing Ana the bag she carried and readying her bow and arrow again, watching through the window for any trouble.

But the streets seemed quiet. Almost eerily so. Micas found herself wishing for the sounds of insects and little birds, leaves in the wind.