Hushed Willows Do you laugh about me whenever I leave, or do I just need more therapy?

Dated 02/26

Reverie had taken a break from digging to clean herself up, perhaps relax for a time. All the dirt had been shaken from her fur, and now she was rubbing her flanks against rivulets of clean meltwater she'd found trickling down the stone. Every few seconds she stopped to shake herself out.

Eventually she was clean. But her fur was a mess, all wild and spiked with water. Reverie shook herself again, and again, and again. The end result was a rather round mass of golden fluff — and Reverie peering out from the center of it, her face still spiky with water. She sat down and set to work grooming herself back to normalcy, deciding that she would have a nap when she'd finished.