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Post by Jack on Mar 4, 2023 19:37:41 GMT -6
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Post by Morgan on Mar 5, 2023 0:38:04 GMT -6
Time was always moving so fast it seemed. There were so many projects in the works and half-arsed plans for a whole lot more laying scattered about the desk that Morgan left behind in their office. Soon, Morgan would be ready to bring Whisper back to the museum for a checkup, and they were quite worried about it. Worried enough about it to prepare at the earliest convenience that very week to take her on yet another walk through the mansion grounds. If Morgan were less tired, perhaps a different location for the walk would be more fruitful- but they quite felt like spending a softer hour or so at the Mansion grounds during the rather forgiving month of March as opposed to possibly getting lost down in the mines (which was a much less prudent second place choice on their part). That was how they found theirself walking along the inside edge of the Mansion grounds beyond the gate on one warm afternoon- the first in quite a while.
[Morgan is using Sever Bond for the Duration of this trip.] - [1]
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Post by Morgan on Mar 5, 2023 0:55:56 GMT -6
Whisper was in higher spirits today than she had been the last couple of walks that they had taken by theirselves. Whereas Morgan was more and more often finding her ever so difficult to control, Whisper seemed to have decided that today at least, she was going to be on her very best behavior. She clung to Morgan's shoulder, since it was perhaps a little too warm (surprisingly!) for her to be sitting in Morgan's labcoat pocket. So far, not much had happened to catch her interest, and that meant that she was suddenly quite interested in trying to nip Morgan's ear; but very gently as opposed to anything that would hurt so the bespectacled human was tolerating it quite a bit more so than they normally would. She wasn't trying to run off anywhere or climb down, and she was being relatively quiet... And that meant that Morgan would be willing to do with many more of her other antics than usual.
[2]
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Post by Morgan on Mar 5, 2023 0:59:02 GMT -6
Faelot was not one of Morgan's favorite mansion seasons, but that didn't necessarily mean that it wasn't welcomed after months of cold in relative. The scent of most of the flowery sickly sugary nonsense from the month before was often overpowering, but Faelot felt clean and clear in a way that was both unobtrusive and somewhat refreshing. They couldn't help but enjoy even the simple act of walking, savoring the soft feeling of the new grass and breathing in the cleanest air that they'd enjoyed in quite a while- since they had spent quite a while working with certain smelly chemicals recently that had stained their nose and created a niggling burning sensation in their throat.
Even Whisper's very slight ear nibbling was welcomed- it was nice to have some company that wasn't asking them a billion questions about how projects should be run and how to deal with issues that cropped up.
[3]
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Post by Morgan on Mar 5, 2023 1:04:00 GMT -6
The mansion yard itself was overdoing it this year, in Morgan's opinion. They'd visited several times during Faelot before, but had they really ever seen this many flowers? There were always flowers, new buds showing off fresh and delicate petals, but today the entire yard was covered in varying beds of them. Some of the flowers were small and multicolored, understated in their beauty. Some of the flowers were large and strangely white. Others featured spots or stripes or several other bells and whistles, and it was quite frankly incredibly distracting. That was why Morgan stuck to the outer edges of the yard between the copious flower beds and the Mansion ground's gate, where there was a small reprieve of a 'walkway' that was mostly grass with a stone every now and again to demark it as separate. For a little while at least, things were very peaceful- and it felt quite alien.
[4]
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Post by Morgan on Mar 5, 2023 1:07:40 GMT -6
Whisper was usually not one to allow situations to be peaceful for long, especially not now that she was acting more and more... Odd? Perhaps she was going through a sort of teenage stage, she had received quite a few nutrients over Morgan's ownership of her, after all. Some species underwent horomonal changes once a certain threshold had been met nutritionally, so perhaps that was the issue. It was the only thing that Morgan allowed theirself to believe- because otherwise they would have to admit that the behavioral issues could have arisen from the fact that they scarcely had time to come home and spend any amount of meaningful training time with most of their critters. It was a conundrum; they were doing what they loved- but at what cost?
Perhaps in the future, they could slow down a bit and eke out a little more personal time so that they could get back around to doing that.
[5]
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Post by Morgan on Mar 5, 2023 1:14:38 GMT -6
Despite the air's cleanliness, Faelot was quite bad about having pockets of intense pollen in the air. Morgan had nearly forgotten about it whenever their peaceful train of thought was thoroughly derailed by a coughing fit. Pollen was not normally something that caused them any sort of respiratory distress, but Faelot's Mansion theming seemed to have some sort of... Special case to it. Perhaps the Pollen was not really pollen at all, or had certain rare compounds within it. Part of them wanted to collect some of the pollen from the different plants in the area- but alas, they hadn't brought any cotton swabs! Their coughing fit had somewhat disrupted Whisper's toying at Morgan's earlobe, and soon enough she was burrowing beneath the collar of Morgan's labcoat- hiding in the flap that it made folded against their nape. It was somewhat ticklish, with her little claws scrabbling as she struggled to fit in the flap.
[6]
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Post by Morgan on Mar 5, 2023 1:19:59 GMT -6
"Whisper, y-you're being a little mess!" Morgan complained, but only half-heartedly. They were honestly a little relieved at her playful antics. She wouldn't always be like this- so small and playfully cute. Like puppies when they grow into full grown dogs, Morgan quite suspected that Whisper was going to come out a lot more... Well, perhaps chill would be the word for it? It was almost a little bit sad for them to think about that. They'd spent so long being frustrated at Whisper's antics that now that they felt like that was going to come to an end sooner rather than later, they were quite worried about it. Would she be calm? Would she be more aggressive? They dealt with aggressive creatures quite often, but they did prefer a more calm and clever sort of beast for company. That sort of thing complimented their own rather eclectic nature quite well.
[7]
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Post by Morgan on Mar 5, 2023 1:23:15 GMT -6
After getting Whisper more settled (now with her face partially obscured by the flap of their labcoat), they turned their attention back to their thoughts and trying to find that peaceful half out of body sensation from a mind-clearing walk. Sadly, they were not quite able to really capture that sense of peace again. They noticed that it was warm enough now that they felt a little bit on the sweaty side- mostly because they'd worn an extra layer of material that morning since it was still quite chilly in the early mornings that they often walked to work beneath. Whisper was being very quiet- strangely quiet at that (her name was in fact not a very apt one at this point) and that would have been worrying if Morgan didn't feel her hiding quite snuggly beneath the flap of their collar. She wiggled every now and again- almost sort of like... A cat? Surely that's not right.
[8]
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Post by Morgan on Mar 5, 2023 1:26:33 GMT -6
According to the knowledge that Morgan had been able to glean about the young critter, they thought that her kind might just be more related to avian creatures than to mammals (though they couldn't be too sure without doing some exams that were more invasive than they wanted to chance with such a beloved and frail creature). Her wiggling her hind end and little tail like a cat made no sense really- they had not noticed her doing it before. "What are you d-doing, Whisper?" They whispered beneath their breath, a slight playful lisp to their voice. They held up a finger to her as they walked, and she sniffed it before giving their fingertip a very slight nibble. Perhaps it was not clever of them to start that sort of a habit with her, since she might someday be of a size that a little nip would be a huge issue, but it was hard not to want to boop the snoot of little critters.
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Post by Morgan on Mar 5, 2023 1:32:30 GMT -6
Their walk went about without much ado. There were a few more small bouts of sneezing due to pollen pockets, but it would seem that the mansion was being a little more calm for them this month, so to speak. Faelot seemed to be a lot softer than other times of year- though it was not without its tricks. Little Whisper was probably a boon of luck in this case, seeing as the theme of Faelot was all about new life, and though Whisper was growing- she was still quite young and small. Morgan found theirself near the gate that they had entered in before just as their WATT alarm went off; informing them that it was time outside of the strange field of time distortion in the mansion to go ahead and walk the rest of the way home. It had been a great walk with Whisper, perhaps (if they were lucky) the last quality time they'd be able to spend before... Well, the fated 'Museum Visit' would occur. Whatever that meant!
[10] - [The Pair go Home.]
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Post by Ashe on Mar 25, 2023 2:30:47 GMT -6
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