"Thank you, Gloom Friend!" America called as she moved. "I'll see you again soon!"
The change in scenery was not so startling this time, she could feel the way she breathed change a little. The sort of shift that happens in a body when they've been at a stranger's house for awhile, and then they step through their own door.
It makes her think of Sunny. Of magic like breathing.
With a grin, America can't help but check around the tree, for signs of Gloom and other worldly business. All that's left though is the slight dampness of her person and the lingering scent of a rainy day.
On the way home she thinks about Things of Meaning and Things of Importance and shadowy little friends that curl up and purr even as they talk magic in your ear. There's a certain purpose and energy in her step as she walks through the town. As the shape of Mr. Bitterberry flies on ahead, she decides today had been a very excellent use of a day.
Later she'll notice the missing dollar and shrug it off. The guy had been kinda sleazy, which was a thing she liked in a very brief fling. But if she stayed here longer than a handful of months...
Well, it was probably for the best.
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