A pleasant walk about the estate... [v, g]

I gave myself a week of reclusive resting to help regain my voice. Mira heard me at my worst, but she didn't appear to judge my inability to speak words out of my mouth. We studied the map that both the raven and Marcel had marked up. Neither of us appreciated being locked up in a metal box, although the door never actually became locked. So the first choice of customizing my metal box, removing the door; a small gate would be more then enough and didn't feel like a cage. Involuntary shivers of being caged again. No thank you.
Mira had little interest in what was 'on' the map, instead following my pencil around with her eyes before picking up a sturdier piece of half chewed bamboo and tracing along with me, behind it. The type of pencils I packed were chewable, something a fox or maybe a panilla could be eating or have markings on our paws and not suffer otherwise.
The last day of my self isolation, I knew I needed to find some work. Mira had no interest in going out, so I made sure to leave a small bowl filled to the brim with chilled, after being boiled, water, a pile of bamboo, and my empty knapsack as a 'den'. Bags can be washed, and thank goodness she seemed to act like rabbits; and by that I mean pellets.
I asked Ms. Kevin to help translate my flyer into Common so normal humans could read it, and she pointed me out on where to post it up.
The next day, someone saw my flyer I put up next to where the quest board was outside, on the 'wanted' board, and asked me to walk their dog. I had little interaction with dogs as a whole, but the person...cat? mentioned they had four different choices. Two large, one small, and... a panilla. I chose the panilla.
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Her name is Harmony; the coloring of the very fluffy and bright panilla did remind me of those colorful and noisy birds. Some lived on a local farm close to the woods next to the bridle path. Louder and more paranoid then chickens, but much less... uh... good. My uncle never did mention why he didn't eat peacock, as chicken, turkey, duck and goose were his more favored choices of bird meat. I don't eat bird meat.
Harmony had the least amount of plussment that I've seen about her owner leaving her in the paws of a stranger; of a fox. She yawned, blinked big blue eyes and regarded me. Crouching down on my haunches, carefully I offer my paw to her to sniff. I smell like many things; chewing pencil, bamboo, Mira, fox smell, and more. She smelled Mira on my paws, looked at me, and blinked. Owlishly. Did she recognize the smell of panilla on me?
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What about the estate out by the mines, I asked myself. Its large enough and quiet enough. Ms. Kevin told me the owner of the estate welcomed visitors constantly there; so a good walk around the yard for a while should give the panilla some exercise.
Right away, I'm finding that Harmony walks a LOT slower then Mira. She shuffles practically through the doors, forcing me to pick her up to avoid being squished as they rebounded slowly back together.
You walk rather slow little one., I tell her croakily, offering a small chunk of bamboo. The panilla takes it from my fingers and chews on it, very much like a rabbit would, but this is no rabbit.
Lets see... I was north... so I need to go... west. Face south, go left. There was a path for that.
The estate is indeed open, and there's a sign which...I can read, it says 'welcome all visitors, please leave only footprints; no littering; anything you find is yours'
We walked through the gate...
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and the tree that had been hanging over the fence partially as we entered shook violently, before a pile of things broke free and tumbled before our feet. A series of alarming wheeks came from Harmony as she struggled to find purchase on me. Her claws are much shorter then Mira's who I haven't figured out on where to find supplies yet.
Calm down now, its just fine., I croak for her, patting the quivering lump that tried to find burrow on me. Ow, thats fur, urgh, and I need both paws free. With her scrabbling at his shirt, lifting her up to find a shelf on my shoulders might help. Until she chooses to hide in my collar again. The longer fur tickles the just starting to fuzz over skin on the bald 'collar' ring.
Lets see now. A stick, with a rock somehow wound to it with vines. a few apples. and an unlit torch, about the size of a large pencil.
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The child looks ready to reply but thinks about it... and doesn't. It only furthers my own confusion as he collects the pile of items and holds them out to me. What sort of child isn't going to keep what he finds, or had before?
"The master's instructions on the gate are quite clear, visitors keep everything they find. Just leaving only footprints is his request, along with the order of no littering. Keeping the estate tidy and running is part of what I do." he responds, with a proud posture to his stance. "What an interesting...cat you have. May I?" ...cat? “The bright cat on your shoulder.” He points at Harmony.
This is a panilla, I tell him. Not a cat. Gesturing at Harmony, who had poked her nose out of the other side of my collar to watch the shaggy haired boy.
“Cat enough.” He points out, offering a pale gloved hand out to her.
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On my shoulder, Harmony stiffens up. Thankfully, her lead is wrapped around my hand. I don't know how jumpy some panilla can get, like... are they squirrelish? Mira spent most of her time sleeping or hiding in the knapsack on the journey to the city. Cautiously, she stretches out, sniffing the offered fingers. WHEEK! Almost quick as a turtle ducking into their shell, she retreats out of sight, before barking at his offered fingers.
"Strange. Every animal loves me typically." the kid says with a put out expression. Inside my head, Harmony's warning reaction I wished to mirror. Get back from me; you are not safe. My instincts aren't wild sharp but... off. Thats how I describe this child as he runs his black tipped fingers through his hair in 'confusion'. He looks up at the golden leaved tree that he'd just dropped out of minutes ago. "You might want to do your walk a bit quicker, sir. The harvest's eve is going to be tonight. You don't want to be here when sundown happens."
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"Don't say I didn't warn you." the boy calls out behind us, as I try to juggle the items he'd left with me. A stick with vines attached to it, holding a rock. Like a bola, or a flail. An unlit torch, and a trio of golden apples. Oooh. It takes a second to shift my armful of items to one side so I can polish one of the golden apples on my shorts and take a bite. Its delicious! What a flavor! Now I understand why my uncle's family loves apples. But not the seeds. If you swallow a seed, a plant sprouts in your stomach and can do bad things, for what we learned as cubs.
Harmony pokes her head out of my collar to smell the fruit drips running down the corner of my mouth. Licking the fur briefly before wheeking happily? and trying to paw at my partially eaten snack. Did she want some too?
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