she slept in an abandoned den that day... if you could even call it sleeping. she stirred every other hour, so unaccustomed to resting without another body pressed flush against hers, warm and comforting. without her sister by her side when she drifted off into unconsciousness, tuesday felt vulnerable and exposed, regardless of the fact that she was in a secluded den. ever since their separation, this was a recurring theme come bedtime. she was lucky this time was nightmare-free. giving up, she emerged from the hole and distanced herself from it, wishing to be rid of that foreboding air.
once out in the open, she spotted a formation of ducks in the sky. following it led her to a little lake near the glade. the place was positively bustling as the waterfowl courted. drakes fought amongst each other over the hens, and the winners of those scraps moved on to woo them. tuesday flattened her sensitive ears from the din of it all, feeling a headache coming on.
shut up; stupid birds...she grumbled. despite her annoyance, she realized that a good thing came of the chaos: so caught up in their courtship, the ducks made themselves easy targets. she slid into the underbrush and laid down to scan the crowd for any particularly distracted fowl while taking a brief respite from the travel here.
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