[RP Log.
Cran & Glaze belong to Laurelei Kirsch. Bos belongs to Einna Firekeeper.]
[~Cran~] [~Bos~] [~Glaze~]
A young Mountain kit with an extra pair of smaller ears above the first and an extra tail appeared, strutting towards the others. She had long, infinitely fluffy burgundy fur, robin's egg blue eyes, and a bright pink nose. And, despite her lovely coat, she was covered in foul-smelling mud. She seemed proud of it, grinning as she approached.
Bos was busy attempting to scramble to the top of a very large rock, for no other reason than to say he did it, when his nose started twitching. "Oh... what... what is that?" His face wrinkled up and he was internally debating between trying to smell it out, or block his nostrils from the foul odor. He'd yet to make up his mind when the decision was made for him by the arrival of a young kit, clearly the source of the smell. He wrinkled his nose and once more froze while trying to decide if he should avoid the small thing or tell her to take a bath. Decisions are hard.
Reaching the base of the rock, the kit looked up and managed to grin wider.
"Were you feelin' short or somethin'?" she cackled, starting to circle the rock and leaving a trail of mud in her wake.This Temeo seemed a little snobby, and she was sure she could have fun with him.
Bos raised an eyebrow at the small tem. "I simply enjoy climbing." He looked down at the muddy kit and cocked his head. "Did you purposefully coat yourself in mud?" He sniffed again and flicked his ears, feeling thankful he was up here instead of down there.
She cackled again. "I simply like mudbathing," she sneered, flicking her tails one at a time to splatter mud on the lower parts of the rock. The older Tem's discomfort was amusing, and she wondered how far she could push it until he actually got mad. Once he got mad, she was probably in for a bath by force, and she knew it.
Bos lay with his head resting on his front paws as he stared over the rim of the rock and down at the kit in confusion. "I'm confused. Are you happy about the mud bathing? Or angry? You sound oddly upset." He furrowed his brow curiously at her. Maybe he needed to socialize more. "There is a very clean river over there if you would care to rinse off..." He gestured vaguely over his shoulder with one paw.
Interested, she looked in the direction he gestured. "I like mudbathing and would rather not bathe in the river, but do you know if there are fish there?" She seemed to zone out a little and muttered to herself, trailing off at the end. "The last time I ate... hmm..."
He frowned down at her in thought. At least if she went into the river to try and catch fish she would inadvertently rinse off that foul mud. He nodded to himself, "I would imagine there are fish in the water. You should probably eat. Especially if you can't seem to remember your last meal..." His frown deepened, who was looking after this kit? Clearly she needed supervision. Not from him of course, but... someone.
It took another moment for her eyes to focus again, and when they did,
she shook herself before resuming her grin. "Awesome! Love me a good fishing trip!" she said, sounding a little less mischievous than before. She looked back up at the older Tem,
and tilted her head. "Did you want any? I'm sure I can catch us plenty!"
Bos shrugged as he tried to decide how to answer her, "Well... I'm going to stay up here on my rock, but if I happen to see you when I cross the bridge later I may come partake in some fishing with you... I suppose... Maybe." Frankly Bos didn't want to fish. He didn't particularly care for splashing about after the swift creatures. He also didn't particularly want this mud covered kit catching fish for him. But he also wanted her to actually get some food in her and rinse off. Why were there always so many complicated decisions to be made?
She looked frustrated with his answer and hesitated like she wanted to say something, before starting to trot off towards the river. "Maybe see you later, then," she said,
her ears back. Just as she was almost out of hearing, she called over her shoulder, "My name's Cran, by the way. If it matters."
Cran continues to trot in the direction the older Tem gestured until she finds the river. Sitting at the edge to start watching for fish and other sources of food, she mutters to herself, "It makes sense, though. I was being a pain. And he would've gotten covered in mud if he tried to get down from that rock right away." She sighed and started to hang her head when a sparkle in the water caught her attention. In the blink of an eye, she was in the river and out of the river with a small fish caught in her sharp teeth and her fur somewhat cleaner. "Well, at least I have you, dinner." She cackled and dug a hole to store this and further catches before returning her attention to the river.
Bos watched her walk away and flicked his ears forward to catch her mumbles. She seemed angry... hm. He tried to figure out which decision he'd made had angered her. He shook his head - this is why he hated to make decisions. He seemed to always choose the wrong one. Ah, well. "Good luck with your fishing, Cran." He called out across the rocks. Though she was long out of sight by now so he wasn't sure she actually heard him. With a confused shrug he sprawled out a bit more and basked in the sun, waiting for the odorous mud trail left by the kit to dry before leaving his rock refuge.
After catching enough fish to overfill her empty belly and feed the older Tem if he showed up, Cran took some time to build a crude stick and mud shelter to help her warm up from the cold river. Once she was snug in her shelter, she slowly started munching on the first of her fish, savoring every bite. Her now clean, wet coat clung tight to her bones, making it clear how long she had been without proper food. "Oh, man. Fish is so much better than grass and dandelions..." she mumbled between mouthfuls, flicking her tail in pleasure.
Bos slowly trailed his way through a forest path and watched the leaves crunch under his toes. He was bored and felt a wander lust today. He looked around and came to a fork in the path, unsure of which way to go. He thought he remembered one way leading toward the river and the other.. well he wasn't sure. He stood still for a long time, his little nose twitching and tails flicking lazily as he debated. Maybe something new? He hesitantly turned his body in the direction of the unknown path and shrugged before stepping off again. Maybe there would be something interesting at the end of this path. Or maybe nothing... but... hmm... he turned to look back at the path he knew and hesitated again. Shaking his head at himself he forced his paws to keep carrying him forward. Just... walk... he whispered to himself.
Bos heard a rustling up ahead that definitely was not his own paws. Cocking his head he slowed his steps a bit and perked his ears forward. "Um... hello?" He came to a complete stop as he waited hesitantly. Maybe he should have taken the other path...
Cran started to pack up the extra fish in a loose grass sling and took off towards the forest. She was lonely, but soon the singing of the birds and the bugs lifted her spirit and she started bounding through the forest after them, sling held snugly between her teeth. After all, it's not like she had somewhere to be. She wasn't even sure she could technically be lost. AND she had food this time!
His head tilted toward the sound of talking and he walked forward a few steps to peer around a small bend and saw a tem popping up out of the brush. "Oh, hello." He squinted and looked a little closer at this tem. "You.. er, you have something on your head."
Cran jumped, surprised by a sudden voice. Turning towards the sound, she saw the older Tem from before. She gently set down the sling of fish. "O-oh... hi." Looking awkwardly between him and the fish, she eventually grabbed the sling and brought it over to him, before turning away slightly. "Um... here. Your fish from last night," she said, refusing to make eye contact.
Bos startled slightly at the sudden appearance of the small kit from earlier. "Oh.. erm..." he looked at the basket of fish and also at how the young one was acting strange. Was she... sad? Scared? He really needed to get better at reading others. He sniffed at the fish and was rather impressed with her catch. "Uh... thank you? I mean, yes, thanks." He took in her bedraggled appearance with a furrow of his brow. "You ate some of this right? I mean... you did eat? You, well, you look better... er I mean, you just look cleaner?" He coughed awkwardly. Was he supposed to eat the fish now? Oh this was all very confusing.
Cran glanced back at him, twitching her tails anxiously. "Y-yeah, I ate. There were lots of fish..." she said, suddenly self-conscious of the twigs and leaves stuck in her fur. Great, she thought, I'm a mess again.
Cran stood there for another second before glancing at the fish and starting to walk away. "Um, I hope they taste okay..." she mumbled, head held low, "...I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing." She felt awful - what was supposed to be harmless, muddy fun ruined the one chance she had at a connection with another Tem. She didn't know how to recover from it short of running away from the problem, so that's what she did.
Bos watched her begin to walk away while a myriad of thoughts and possibilities crossed through his mind. He definitely should just let this strange half-wild kit leave, it's not like he had a responsibility to her. But... she was so little and clearly not well taken care of... But that wasn't HIS problem. Didn't she have a human? Where was her human at? If he brought her to Ein or even just to the shop maybe she could find her human... But why should he get involved? This just sounded like a lot of drama and Bos really didn't need or want that in his life. But he couldn't just let this tiny thing walk back out on her own again. Sure, she could fish... but it didn't look like she was getting enough food. And she definitely needed a proper bath. With an audible sigh, he stepped quickly after her and then cut in front with his longer strides, effectively blocking her path.
"Um... wait. Why don't er... why don't you follow me back to the shop? There's a fireplace there and... well we could stop at a little calm part of the river and rinse you off a bit and then you could dry out in front of the fire? I mean... it's a nice fire even if it is inside. I like to go out on the roof after I've gotten really warm and then watch the sun set so.... I mean you could... do that too." He trailed off and sat back on his haunches, his tails flicking with his awkwardness.
Cran jumped a little when the older Tem blocked her way. As she listened to his offer, she flattened her ears suspiciously. Was he messing with her? Trying to trap her? He hadn't given her any reason to distrust him, but she didn't really know... anything.
About anything. Was there really a shop that she could make herself at home in?
"Is... is this a trick or something?" she started, still not sure about him. After all, he hadn't seemed to care much when he sent her off to the river and never came to meet her.
"How do you know about this shop, anyways?"
Bos looked at her in confusion. "A trick... no. Why... why would I trick you like that?" He cocked his head at her again and his brow furrowed even more. He was doing a lot of that lately. He was just... so very confused. "It's well.. it's THE shop. The tem shop? It's a shop.. well for us... kind of." He shook his head and knew he wasn't making any sense. "Look, just... follow me and you'll see okay?" He nosed the sling of fish. "Bring the fish. We can probably put them in the kitchen..." He wasn't actually sure about that part as he'd never been IN the kitchen but he knew there was one.
"Well... okay, I guess," Cran said nervously. She didn't really know what she'd do if it was a trick, or what the problem with it being a trick was. After all, it's not like she had anything to lose. She bent down and picked up the sling, allowing the fish to balance for a second before continuing, "Lead the way, then..."
Bos glanced sideways at the kit as he began walking down the path back toward the cobblestone street which would lead to the shop. He wasn't sure if he should walk... in front of her? Next to her? It felt weird to be all the way out in front like he was now... but if he was next to her how would she know what direction to go? He ended up doing a weird hop that landed him semi-next to her but also a little out in front so that he could see her out of the corner of his eye. He had to slow his longer legs to match her shorter gait and it felt weird. It probably looked weird too. "Er, it's not too far away so... um. Let me know if you need me to carry the fish."
Cran watched the Tem curiously. She'd thought that he was, at best, uninterested in her, or, at worst, disdainful, but... he just seemed awkward. Trying not to laugh and with the sling still in her mouth, she shook her head slowly.
"Nno, I'b ogay. T'anks doh."
Bos blinked at her in confusion. Was that... were those words? It took his mind a moment to translate what she had said. He was pretty sure it was a no... well if he misunderstood and she did want him to take the fish, she'd probably tell him... right? Shaking his head of those thoughts he realized they had finally made their way to street the shop was on. "Oh, we're here I guess. Well it's not much farther now anyway. Just around that curve up there..." He enjoyed the way the cobblestones felt on his paw pads. So smooth after the dirt and pine needles of the forest.
Cran stopped at the edge of the cobblestone road and considered it for a moment before following the other Tem. The stones felt weird - smooth and soft, but still not quite uniform. She already missed the grass and dirt and pine needles of the forest that kept her journey interesting, but she knew she should keep following her guide. After he spoke, she acknowledged him with a muffled "mhmm," knowing that her attempt at talking with the sling in her mouth wasn't great the last time.
Bos came to a halt outside the little branching off path that led to the door of the shop. It seemed pretty quiet this evening, which was maybe better? Cran seemed like she was a little nervous to him... but maybe not. Who could tell really? Not him, that's for sure. "Okay, well, um... this is the shop. Oh, we forgot to stop and rinse you off in the river... hmmm." He flicked his tails as he thought about that. Oops... "We, well we could just go on in since we are here? Do you want to put the fish down for a bit? Or I can go run them into the kitchen real quick.. or... something."
As she looked down the forked pathway to the shop, Cran had to admit that it looked a lot nicer than her mud hut from the night before. Taking a deep breath, she nodded at the older Tem and walked ahead of him into the shop. Maybe boldness would serve her well here. Once she stepped inside, though, she realized that she'd had no idea of what to expect or where a kitchen might be.
Bos watched with surprised eyes as the small kit walked into the shop ahead of him. Huh, maybe she wasn't nervous? "Oof." He let out a small exclamation as his chest bumped into her right inside the doorway. He hadn't noticed she'd stopped and he moved quickly to the side and tried not to step on her tails. "Oh, er, sorry." he looked around the shop but nobody was here at the moment. "Let's go get those fish put away so you don't have to carry them around..." He started walking toward the kitchenette. He knew WHERE it was, he'd just never actually been in there himself. Over his shoulder he called to Cran, "I think... there's probably a fridge or something we can put the fish in... I mean... probably?" He shrugged and headed through the doors to the kitchen area.
Cran gratefully followed the older Tem, a little embarrassed that her boldness resulted in little more than a rear-ender. At least she'd be able to set the sling down, soon... it was a little soggy, and the smell of fish was starting to become nauseating. And hey, maybe she'd be able to wash off in a sink or something... she was really small.
Bos nosed the fridge open and held it for her. "I guess just... toss them in there?" Hopefully someone who knew what to do with fish would come along... if not he would have to tell Ein to dispose of them when they started to get stinky. Otherwise he was afraid the whole shop would start to smell and that... well that would probably be bad.
Trying to be gentle, Cran pushed the sling of fish into the fridge, dazzled by the technology around her. What would cooked food even taste like? she wondered, drooling a little. Realizing that she zoned out, she shook her head and looked around the kitchen.
"Is there a sink or something in here? I might be small enough to fit, and... w-well, this place seems so nice. I don't want to get dirt and twigs everywhere..." she said, very intentionally avoiding looking in the older Tem's direction.
His brow furrowed again, he really did seem to be doing that a lot lately. "Oh, erm yeah." He looked around and nodded to the sink but realized she still wouldn't look at him so he awkwardly nudged her with a toe in a move that was somewhere between a poke and a gentle tap because half way to doing it he debated whether or not he should do it but didn't stop in time so that was that. He cleared his throat, "It's up there. Do you need like... a chair or stool or something? You might be able to jump... Maybe." He looked thoughtfully up at the counter that was above his own head.
Cran looked where the older Tem gestured and squirmed a little. She hadn't really had to jump much, aside from into the river to catch the fish. Shifting her weight awkwardly, she turned towards the older Tem. "A stool might be useful... I don't want to risk breaking something. Or me," she said, looking very small and tired.
Bos nodded at the little kit. Yeah... he did not want to be responsible for a broken baby tem. Especially since he didn't even know where to take her if she got hurt. "Okay um... yeah. Let me just..." He walked over and hooked his horns into a chair, pushing and dragging it until he had it lined up with the counter. "Do you think you can hop up now?" He looked down at the tile floor and pursed his mouth. "I'll um... I'll stand here and I guess, catch you if you fall..."
"I-I think so..." Cran responded, squaring herself up to the chair before jumping -- and safely landing atop the chair, albeit with a bit of a skid into the side of the counter. "Oof," she grunted on impact, "half-way there." This time, she stood on her hind paws and leveraged herself up, landing squarely in the sink.
"I d-did it!"
Bos had a brief moment of panic where he thought he was going to need to actually catch the kit, but luckily she landed it. He gave her a slight smile, though he couldn't really see her anymore - just the tips of her ears poking out of the sink. He leaped up onto the chair so that he could sit next to the sink and see all the way down into it. "Okay, so...
I think you need to turn this handle here..." He used his paw to flip the handle to the side and a jet of water came from the faucet, but he quickly turned it off - not wanting to spray her if she wasn't ready yet. "And uh, there's water. I think you can make it hotter or colder or something... but I'm not exactly sure how..."
Cran grinned at the older Tem... until he turned on the water, at which point she squeaked and almost jumped out of the sink. Shaking off (and being somewhat careful to spray him at least a little bit), she turned back towards the faucet and examined the handle. "Well... one side has a little blue thing, and one side has a red thing. Maybe red is warm?" she said, flicking her tails. She didn't hate cold water, at least not when she expected it, but warm water sounded like something that'd be nice.
Hesitantly, she moved the handle towards the red side and turned the water on like the older Tem had showed her. The water was cold at first but slowly started to lose its chill. Suddenly,
she looked back over her shoulder at the older Tem. "B-by the way... I don't think I know your name."
Bos shook his now slightly damp, shaggy hair from his eyes as the kit sprinkled him with water from the spray. Why was he helping this tiny tem again? Who was supposed to be taking care of her? They were doing a terrible job. Internally sighing he checked to make sure she wasn't making the water too hot so she didn't burn herself. As he turned the blue knob a little bit to keep the water from becoming scalding he realized she had kind of asked him something. "Oh, er... right. I'm Bos. And you're Cran right?" He balanced on his haunches on the chair as he supervised the water and plucked a twig from the kit's back.
Flattening her ears back and sticking her head under the water, she nodded.
"Nice to meet you, Bos. And yeah, Cranberry. I prefer Cran, though." She jumped a little when Bos pulled something from her fur, but she realized that it was in a spot she wouldn't have been able to reach. That was nice of him, she thought. She also couldn't help but lose herself a little in the warm water and steam. Cran didn't think she'd ever felt this relaxed... or pleasantly drowsy... ... ...
Bos nodded to himself. Cran was easy to remember as well - short and simple. He watched the water become murky from the dirt in the kit's fur. Just how long had it been since she'd had a proper bath anyway? He looked at her thoughtfully with that apparently ever present furrow between his brows and just barely started to register her getting more and more relaxed until she was practically slipping down... "Oh uh, hey!" He poked her in the side. "Don't like fall asleep..." He really didn't need her drowning on his watch. Which, yet again, WHY was he suddenly watching this kit? How did he even get himself here? Stupid desicion making skills.
Cran startled awake. "W-what happened?" she said, looking around blearily, "It was dark... and loud, but muffled... and then there was a loud crack..." She dipped towards the bottom of the sink again before finally seeming to come awake and remember where she was. Turning towards Bos, her eyes started to focus and she looked more confused than before. "O-oh. Is everything okay? Why'd you poke me?"
Bos startled slightly and stared at the small kit. "Erm, you were falling asleep. Or, well, I guess you were asleep." He turned the water off and looked around for a towel, grabbing a dish towel from the counter with his teeth and bringing it to the edge of the sink. "Also, uh, you said something about a crack and darkness or something?" He nudged the towel towards her, "Were you having a nightmare or...?"
Cran slowly climbed out of the sink onto the counter and started rubbing against the towel. Her ears flicked back and she closed her eyes, shaking her head. "T-that... that was nothing. I'm sorry you heard it," she said, picking the towel up in her mouth and jumping directly onto the floor from the counter. "Y-you said there was a fire?" she said after tossing the towel over her back.
Bos narrowed his eyes at the little kit, made even smaller by the dish towel draped over her back and dragging a bit on the tile floor of the kitchen. "Well... it didn't sound good whatever it was..." He quickly led her out to the cozy open space by the book cases and over to the fireplace which someone had thankfully kept going that day. "Here come on in front here so you can warm up and dry off." He scooted over and made room for her, careful not to get too close to the open fireplace.
Cran got as close to the fire as she dared and curled up, looking at the logs as they crackled and burned. She knew Bos wasn't happy with her answer, but what could she realistically tell him? It didn't seem like Tems her age usually ran around by themselves, and she knew he was worried about her, but... it wasn't like she had many more answers than he did. Clearing her throat and maintaining her gaze on the fire, she asked, "D-do you remember when you were in the bottle? Or when you came out of it?"
Bos had been watching the flames flicker, but glanced sideways and down at the kit as she looked so tiny snuggled under the towel in the light of the fire. Not particularly," he shrugged and flicked his ears. "I vaguely recall being sloshed about in a warm pocket, then... well I don't really remember coming out. Just that suddenly I was being held and practically squished in a hug." He rolled his eyes at the thought of his overly affectionate, to him anyway, human.
Cran looked down and curled up tighter under her towel. "A hug, huh?" she said, sounding faintly wistful. She knew vaguely about humans, probably from the time in the bottle before the darkness, but she didn't feel like she had ever had one... let alone one who would hug her...
As she started to warm up, she closed her eyes and started to drift off again. At first, her sleep was peaceful, but it wasn't long before she started whimpering softly between snores.
Bos nodded, raising an eyebrow at her tone. Was that sadness again? He just... couldn't tell. He zoned out for a bit staring at the fire, starting to get rather uncomfortably warm and desiring the cool air outside. It would be almost sunset now... He was broken from his thoughts by small whimpers. Glancing down, he realized Cran had fallen asleep and was twitching and crying out in her dreams. He froze and tried to think of what he should do. Well obviously he should wake her up duh, he shook his head at himself and came out of his frozen indecision... "Uh.... hey... hey, Cran?" He placed a paw lightly on one of her twitching tails. "Er... hey, Cran!"
Cran's whimpering got louder and started to take the form of words. "N-no..." she mumbled, twitching and tossing more than before, "d-don't drop me... n-no..." She went silent and still, but somehow looked more distressed than before, her eyes flitting back and forth rapidly beneath her lids.
Bos stared wide eyed at the small whimpering kit. "Um..." Should he, should he shake her? Poke her harder? How was one supposed to gently wake up a tiny tem that wouldn't wake up? "Er.. Cran!" He pushed on her a little bit, causing the towel to fall off and he saw how much she was trembling. Jeeze, bad dream.
Slowly, slowly Cran's eyes opened. They didn't seem to be focused on anything, though, and, while she had stopped moving entirely, she didn't seem to have fully snapped out of the dream. "My bottle..." she mumbled, eyes wide and unmoving, "...my...bottle is...c-cracked..." She laid there for a moment before sighing and blinking, seeming to actually wake up. "B-bos? What's wrong?" she said, looking up and making eye contact.
Bos looked into the little kit's eyes as they slowly focused on him. "Um.. you were having a really, really bad nightmare I guess..." He picked the towel back up and kind of draped it over her, thinking that was probably what he should do... right? She just seemed so small right now. "Uh, you were kind of mumbling about your bottle cracking... or something like that." He thought about how she had asked him about his bottle and tilted his head, frowning down at her. "What happened to your bottle, Cran? And who..." He hesitated to finish his question because even though he had his suspicions he wasn't really sure he wanted the answer. "Well who looks after you?"
Cran quickly looked away. What had she said while she was out? She'd had the same nightmare - no, flashback - every night since it happened, but she hadn't realized that she talked in her sleep. Bos had taken such good care of her, though, awkward as he may be... he probably deserved to know what he was dealing with.
Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she shakily said, "I-I... don't remember all of it. Most of what I remember was darkness and muffled noise. And then shouting, and then... a-and then... the c-crack. I don't know how long it was between the c-c-crack and when I woke up, but I found myself all a-alone, surrounded by broken glass... a few days' walk from where I met you..."
Bos blinked a few times - trying to process everything Cran had just divulged. What... what did that mean? Did her bottle, he shivered a little, did it break? Get lost? It had to have been being carried at some point... "Cran... I think maybe your bottle broke or something. Or got lost maybe?" He looked into the fire for a moment and then back to the small kit. "Is there anything else you can remember? Anything at all?" He was certain that bottle had to have come from somewhere. Temeo bottles didn't just... show up in the middle of the forest.
Cran finally opened her eyes and looked up at the older Tem, marveling for a moment at his concern. She hadn't had anyone care about her before, and she wasn't sure how to feel.
Taking another deep breath, she shook her head. "My b-bottle definitely cracked... Shattered, I think, based on how small the pieces of it were around me." She sighed and looked away again. "I think that I was carried during the Darkness... I think I was in a pocket or bag or something... and the muffled noise sounded a lot like angry voices... but I don't remember ever seeing the human who carried me, or if I had a different one before the Darkness. And then... when the Crack happened, the voices had gotten louder and angrier and it felt like I was being jostled around a lot more than usual. I kind of assumed that the human carrying me was running from someone, and when my bottle fell out... well, no one cared or thought I was d-dead. I know I did when I woke up however long later..."
Bos was a little bit at a loss for what to do. How... how did all of this happen? And how exactly was he supposed to find this human now? And why did he even care? But he felt something welling up in him as he looked down at the small kit. He felt compelled to comfort her somehow and slightly awkwardly put his paw out on her shoulder. Barely touching her because he was... well he wasn't exactly sure what he was doing here but... "Cran, I'm... well I mean that sounds terrible." He sighed and squeezed her shoulder in what he hoped was reassuring. "Maybe we can, I don't know, figure out what happened? Maybe there is someone out there looking for you... but, well, maybe they got lost too?"
Cran smiled sadly and shook her head. "N-no..." she started, sighing, "I don't think anyone's looking for me. And I don't want to go looking for them. I just... want to be okay." She gently nudged his paw off her shoulder and stood up, shaking off the towel and trying to look tough... or at least not quite as pathetic. "This forest is nice. I can fish, build myself a hut... and maybe come visit you here at the shop sometimes. It won't be so bad."
Humming to herself, Glaze entered the store, completely unaware of the other two Tems at first. Looking around as Cran finished speaking, she jumped a little before smiling at the two of them. "O-oh, hi! I didn't know anyone else was in here. It's nice to meet you bo--" she cut herself short, noticing how worried the older Tem seemed and sensing that she might have walked in on something less than cheerful. Should she leave? Continue to the kitchen like she planned? Pretend to be oblivious? She was pretty sure this wasn't a situation she was meant to have walked in on, and covering it in sugar probably wasn't the solution...
