a ship is safe in harbor
but that's not what ships are for
but that's not what ships are for
The gourd responded in due course – screeching and rolling across the cobblestoned path. The tourists reacted in kind as well, also giving faint whimpers of alarm, but otherwise seemingly nonplussed and stepping around. The shifted animals giving chase to the pumpkins might’ve been the scarier aspects, and Lena was certain she’d eventually be given notice about fyrhunds having escaped their enclosure.
But she was determined that something like that wouldn’t happen again, and as the gourd shuffled and slunk its way towards the exit, she beelined for another smaller individual who didn’t have the good sense or reason to follow its brethren. She gave a feral, fanged hiss, and its eyes widened, bulged, at the sentiments of a threat to all of its instincts, regardless of the fact that the Caretaker wouldn’t actually harm it.
But she was determined that something like that wouldn’t happen again, and as the gourd shuffled and slunk its way towards the exit, she beelined for another smaller individual who didn’t have the good sense or reason to follow its brethren. She gave a feral, fanged hiss, and its eyes widened, bulged, at the sentiments of a threat to all of its instincts, regardless of the fact that the Caretaker wouldn’t actually harm it.
Lena
