caravan. [She's dried for the most part from her impromptu swim; clothes still damp but less unbearable than before. The long arduous walk up a mountain certainly helped, and despite her utter confusion from this whole reality-bending ordeal, Haru does find some relief in having been given a smartphone for her troubles.
Even if these human animals sure are...something to stare at. Same with their horses, standing four legged on strange feet that look like overlarge toenails.
Ugh...weird.
Through all this confusion, a small white fluffball of a fairy-like creature has been following her since being dragged out of the lake, and Haru has taken absolutely no notice of the floating thing. It's landed on the top of her head, delicate and light, a cotton ball that closely resembles her own cotton tail that sticks out of the back of her skirt.
One long rabbit ear twitches a bit as the creature snuggles up atop her head, but Haru is too focused on the horses who seem to be waiting around mindlessly.]
Hello-oo? [She should know better than to brazenly approach such a large mammal, one that could crush her easily if spooked. But, here Haru is, approaching a horse that's just as white as her, waving her hand up at its face.] You're from around here, right? I still don't get what's going on.
[Someone please tell her these horses don't talk.]
red spring. i. [By now she's taken notice of her little traveling companion, and for the time being it remains either on or around her, fluttering like a small mote of stray fluff or sitting on her head like a tuft of fur.
Haru's kind of just accepted what's going on and her new companion in stride, that being assigned a roommate doesn't phase her. It's a lot fewer of an occupancy than compared to what she had back in Cherryton, and she has a roommate at university.
Regardless of who her roommate is and what gender they are, the small rabbit is removing the top layer of her clothes which still reek of lake water. In her bra, she flops down facefirst into her bed, being 3'5" having to literally hop up onto it.]
I'm still so cold from that lake. [She hopes she won't catch a cold...her rabbit body is so pathetic and weak it's easy to get sick if she's stuck in sodden clothes all day.
Her voice is muffled as she remains with her face pressed against the comforter.] Hopefully there's a bathtub.
ii. [After settling in some, Haru's decided to take advantage of the Red Spring's supposed healing properties. Her Kesaran-Pasaran (who has no name of its own, but she's just going to call it 'Azami') isn't accompanying her at the moment.
So...she's alone. And in her loneliness Haru strips fully down into a one piece bathing suit borrowed from the resort. Tentatively she takes a step into the waters, gauging its temperature against her fur, before stepping all the way into the spring.
She dunks down beneath the water, coming up after a second or two. Her back is turned away, so she's unaware of whoever's also come to the spring. Quietly she preens, running her hands up along long ears to gently squeeze the water out of her fur.]
holey grail. [She's only on this quest because she's fallen into a partnership with someone. Why they'd turn to a rabbit for help on a daring quest is anyone's guess, but they're all strangers here so she can't fault the want for companionship.
It's just too darn bad that the grail she's found is up way high in the tree tops, her eyesight too poor to make anything out beyond it being something shiny, and stuck--]
Oh...that's a wasp's nest. [Her familiar, who's halfway floated up towards the grail, does whatever the equivilent of an 'about face' is for its species upon also noticing it's a nest full of buzzing wasps.
Haru, hands on her hips and neck craned upwards to squint at the grail for another moment longer, shrugs dismissively.]
Well, we tried! Let's leave it for the bugs.
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haru | beastars | ota
[She's dried for the most part from her impromptu swim; clothes still damp but less unbearable than before. The long arduous walk up a mountain certainly helped, and despite her utter confusion from this whole reality-bending ordeal, Haru does find some relief in having been given a smartphone for her troubles.
Even if these human animals sure are...something to stare at. Same with their horses, standing four legged on strange feet that look like overlarge toenails.
Ugh...weird.
Through all this confusion, a small white fluffball of a fairy-like creature has been following her since being dragged out of the lake, and Haru has taken absolutely no notice of the floating thing. It's landed on the top of her head, delicate and light, a cotton ball that closely resembles her own cotton tail that sticks out of the back of her skirt.
One long rabbit ear twitches a bit as the creature snuggles up atop her head, but Haru is too focused on the horses who seem to be waiting around mindlessly.]
Hello-oo? [She should know better than to brazenly approach such a large mammal, one that could crush her easily if spooked. But, here Haru is, approaching a horse that's just as white as her, waving her hand up at its face.] You're from around here, right? I still don't get what's going on.
[Someone please tell her these horses don't talk.]
red spring.
i.
[By now she's taken notice of her little traveling companion, and for the time being it remains either on or around her, fluttering like a small mote of stray fluff or sitting on her head like a tuft of fur.
Haru's kind of just accepted what's going on and her new companion in stride, that being assigned a roommate doesn't phase her. It's a lot fewer of an occupancy than compared to what she had back in Cherryton, and she has a roommate at university.
Regardless of who her roommate is and what gender they are, the small rabbit is removing the top layer of her clothes which still reek of lake water. In her bra, she flops down facefirst into her bed, being 3'5" having to literally hop up onto it.]
I'm still so cold from that lake. [She hopes she won't catch a cold...her rabbit body is so pathetic and weak it's easy to get sick if she's stuck in sodden clothes all day.
Her voice is muffled as she remains with her face pressed against the comforter.] Hopefully there's a bathtub.
ii.
[After settling in some, Haru's decided to take advantage of the Red Spring's supposed healing properties. Her Kesaran-Pasaran (who has no name of its own, but she's just going to call it 'Azami') isn't accompanying her at the moment.
So...she's alone. And in her loneliness Haru strips fully down into a one piece bathing suit borrowed from the resort. Tentatively she takes a step into the waters, gauging its temperature against her fur, before stepping all the way into the spring.
She dunks down beneath the water, coming up after a second or two. Her back is turned away, so she's unaware of whoever's also come to the spring. Quietly she preens, running her hands up along long ears to gently squeeze the water out of her fur.]
holey grail.
[She's only on this quest because she's fallen into a partnership with someone. Why they'd turn to a rabbit for help on a daring quest is anyone's guess, but they're all strangers here so she can't fault the want for companionship.
It's just too darn bad that the grail she's found is up way high in the tree tops, her eyesight too poor to make anything out beyond it being something shiny, and stuck--]
Oh...that's a wasp's nest. [Her familiar, who's halfway floated up towards the grail, does whatever the equivilent of an 'about face' is for its species upon also noticing it's a nest full of buzzing wasps.
Haru, hands on her hips and neck craned upwards to squint at the grail for another moment longer, shrugs dismissively.]
Well, we tried! Let's leave it for the bugs.
[ooc: feel free to take my toplevels and tweak them to better suit your needs, or toss a starter of your own at me! i will match styles (
though not tenses because i'm perma-stuck in present tense). PM or ping my plurk (