Swiftcurrent Creek I love this record, baby, but I can't see straight anymore

Some sus stuff was going down in the Creek. Jasmine wasn’t privy to any of it yet, but she’d been around the world enough to know that crackle in the atmosphere, that terrible sense that something just wasn’t right. She’d stuck to the shadows mostly, eavesdropping only in passing, not catching enough to know what was going on and not caring enough to push herself into the hushed conversations and find herself getting stuck in the middle of it.

But she’d stuck around, if only because it would look so wrong for her to leave when the going seemed weird. Not like she hadn’t done it before. But these wolves were different than the pirates, even seemed to respect her some, and hey, it’s not like she hadn’t stuck around when other goings got weird, either. Right?

Ha, yeah, right.

Jasmine slipped through the creek land with a careful haste. She’d stick within calling distance but she’d get out until the weirdness lifted. So far, so good; she thought she’d passed Arric, Akavir, and Miss somewhere along the way and had successfully routed away. Yes!

But — oh.

She spotted the golden girl a moment too late, peaceful and watching the rain, and in direct line of sight. Ugh, she could easily reroute, but the only other way around would make her avoidance way too obvious, and she didn’t know enough about the girl to know she wouldn’t go squealing about her weird behaviour. Ugh. Fine, fine!

Jasmine carried forward without a hitch, normal as she could make herself be — but with a touch of haste, of looking busy, in hopes that maybe Reverie would be happy not to stop her.

but please do