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Post by Emery on Apr 9, 2024 8:37:12 GMT -6
While the lerrel's nest looked like a bundle of leaves, sticks, and fur from the bottom, from the top you'd think it was the hoard of a miniature dragon, not a small mammal. Emery had no doubt in her mind that she had found the thief. The little glass trinkets were everywhere in here, and luckily for Emery they all looked to be in good shape still. She supposed that the soft bedding of the nest and the light weight of the lerrel had kept any of them from getting broken. As for why the lerrel wanted them to start with, well, Emery could only speculate. She supposed the shininess and colors of them, along with the sound of them clinking together appealed to it, like any jingly toy would- though these ones were far more valuable than a brightly colored feather on a string. What a daring little thief.
Emery 16 Moxie 65.1/65.1 16
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Post by Emery on Apr 9, 2024 8:43:53 GMT -6
She began picking the nest apart. She grabbed the glasses she could see and put them in her bag, delicately arranging them in the outermost padded pocket so they wouldn't break... hopefully. She'd still have to carry it back to the kapper very carefully. She was amazed at how well the lerrel had done its job- just off of the surface of the nest she had pulled nearly a dozen marbles, figurines, and other trinkets out. It must have spent hours carefully sneaking in, grabbing them, and scampering off to its nest once more to put them away before returning. She wasn't surprised the shopkeeper's assistant hadn't noticed its activities though. Such a small, harmless creature would have been difficult to spot and who would pay it any mind? Chances are everyone else assumed it belonged to someone, especially if it was seen carrying around such an inedible traded good like a piece of glass.
Emery 17 Moxie 65.2/65.2 17
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Post by Emery on Apr 9, 2024 9:54:18 GMT -6
After Emery got all of the surface level glass baubles, she just started outright ripping the nest apart with her hands. Perhaps it was rude, but it would certainly teach the lerrel not to do this again... if it survived. She could still hear Moxie crashing around in the park. Sure enough, a few more trinkets fell out of the nest, clattering gently onto the table, having been woven into the very structure of the nest... or perhaps just compressed that far in as the lerrel adjusted itself. She tucked those into her bag as well. She completely disassembled the nest, and finally found no more glasses to take home. It certainly looked like she had them all. The kapper mentioned quite a few glasses being stolen, and she had almost twenty of them in the bottom of her bag. Her job was complete- now she just had to go collect her pet.
Emery 18 Moxie 65.3/65.3 18
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Post by Emery on Apr 9, 2024 9:57:47 GMT -6
She tromped through the woods, calling out for Moxie. While she had just heard him a few moments ago, now the air between the trees was still and silent. It was getting quite late now- she'd have to turn her flashlight on soon. She hummed to herself with concern. Not that he had gotten hurt, but that she was going to have a very bloody mess to clean off of him once she found him. Finally, she saw a flash of rusty red between the trees and made a turn. "Moxie, there you are. What... are you doing." She said, looking at him. The kito had his head pressed flush against a tree and was making a loud whining noise, his leaves droopy with depression. It was a truly pathetic sight. There was no blood anywhere, nor any sign of the lerrel. Until she heard a chattering noise up above.
Emery 19 Moxie 65.4/65.4 19
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Post by Emery on Apr 9, 2024 9:59:45 GMT -6
Emery craned her head as much as she could, peering up into the canopy. Sure enough, there was the lerrel. It was absolutely furious, but seemingly unharmed. Good. It would live to steal another day- and hopefully from someone else, once Emery had warned the kapper about it. "Come on Moxie. Let's go home." She said, tugging on his lead. It took a bit of effort to get him to budge given how fixated he was on his prey, but eventually Emery managed to drag him away from the tree and towards home. The sun was finishing its slip below the horizon, and the crickets were now signing in full choir. Emery sighed gently. It had taken more effort than she had hoped, but at least they had come away from this quest completely successful. She would get paid, and the kapper would get his glasses back- who could ask for anything more?
Emery 20 Moxie 66.0/66.0 20
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