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@Viggo

“Sure is,” said Ptarmigan, who didn't really feel much less like an alien than she had before. Some sensible part of her conceded that invading wasn't the best way to make a forst impression, but the primal part of her was much too weighty to let her admit it aloud.

Knowing Mordecai's family had a connection to her own was bittersweet. On one hand, it meant that Viggo and Ptarmigan were somewhat fated to connect. On the other, it meant an influential figure in Viggo's life could potentially turn him against her, especially because Mordecai had very few reasons to like Ptarmigan. Her stomach flopped uncomfortably at the thought.

“I'll leave you two to catch up,” she decided, having next to no desire to remain while her mind screamed negative potentials at her. She smiled broadly at Viggo, then turned guarded eyes back to Mordecai. “It is good to have family.” Bad for her, she mentally added, before turning and wandering back into the forest.