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 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.

Simera, alternately, was prattling off questions like a curious child again, though even Ana was beginning to understand that outward appearance and behavior could be completely deceiving. It was cute, unnerving, and yet in light of everything they'd come to face so far, it seemed damn near normal by that point. She'd also, mostly during sleep, come to the conclusion that either one of two things were true - one, Simera was a kind of homunculus, but a benevolent one, as she'd done nothing to harm -them- so far, or two, she wasn't, but had a lot of similar traits to one, and either way was obviously an ally rather than a threat.

Realizing her thoughts were aimlessly wandering all over the damn place, Ana gave a quick shake of her head and glanced up again, seeing the tall brownstone-like houses getting nearer.

"Yeah, we're going to the jar-house," she said with a light smile at Simera, "You remember which one it is, right? We need to get more stuff so we can make soup and other food."

[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.