Lion Head Mesa [M]No filter on your mouth

She missed her baby. Missed being called baby. But that had been time ago and that was then, and this was now.

He didn't want her now? Didn't want her now. All done. Legend moped horrifically with a wandering mind. How many had there been? Legend thought only for what she needed to. There had only been two. Even so, she got awfully confused now as Machiavelli left. Turning in her place and waiting for the call and leave; surely, everyone was quite busy waiting to go. Gucci was to be carried. Much was to be done. They had food to bring, but it wouldn't be enough, so they would need to serve hunts.

It was beyond her of how to really hunt, anyways.

For a moment, she frustrated herself on why she kept wanting to say there had been a third. There was no third. Even if she truly tried to think of it, and squint impatiently with a building annoyance to it, there was no third.

The imps eyes fluttered exhaustion.
Oh well.

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The time between his leave and return was filled with an emptiness. She didn't know that he was going to return at all. Had he told her this? She didn't remember. That was stupid. It was also stupid that she wasn't sure. So, it didn't happen.

They'd yet to leave still. It would be soon, but there was time.

Wine. Food. Enough to cause her nose to twitch in eager flares that she didn't know what eager. "Yeah." A wanting stare that happened with her all too poor nose. It could still smell food. Legend lie in the place he'd left her, but this time perking with an interest. Still upset, but there was no point in pushing if he did not want. Food was okay. "It's okay."

"The good wine? Good wine towards the," she motioned with her paw clumsily, "back of the store." She'd know! She knew lots. Hunger ate at her just enough to distract her in a mild manner.