whoops a daisy

Danica's eyes blazed. Her sarcasm settled against Bazi's ears like power snow, burning slowly the way that cold did. The bedraggled girl searched Danica's face, processing the nuances of her expression until the frustration squeezed a sharp growl out of the other girl's throat and she disappeared.

Bazi attempted to stand, struggling onto three legs with the fourth held gingerly aloft. Everything was a dull haze. At her core, she could feel swells of magmatic emotion struggling against a thick, black crust - anger, regret, indignation, relief. Above all else, relief. For the first time in weeks, she was certain that she would live, and that kept her trembling legs from folding.

When Danica returned, it wasn't with Tuwawi or Njal, but with food. Bazi's eyes widened with surprise and she instinctively began to salivate. She looked between the meat and its courier, meeting a turned cheek on the second round and feeling a surge of panic at the thought that Danica might leave her whilst she ate. But she was so hungry. Desperately famished and dribbling comically now, Bazi dropped too quickly to her belly, converting a pained squeal into a piercing, mosquito-like whine that melted into frenzied chewing, ripping, and swallowing. The meat was gone within a minute. A pair of frightened eyes turned back to where Danica had been standing, wondering if she would still be there.