The sheep. Cressida was torn. She wanted one. Several, actually. A whole herd. She knew what kind she wanted too, the cute little blackfaced curly wooled sheep…they were precious. Perfect.

…And expensive. Even by her standards.

Really, she would want to breed them. The idea of a backyard filled with frolicing little lambs? Yes please. That would be…that would be it. Springtime delight. Cuddling with baby sheep. Utter perfection. The price tag…ugh. Fifteen grand for a pure bread sheep…was…a lot. A lot. And what if Alice was right? What if she did…eventually, one day get bored of them? Or if the sweaters stopped being soft and fashionable? What if she just…didn’t want to deal with them…what if they smelled.

Oh, now there was a real issue if she ever had one. Cressida didn’t like bad smells…and sure, she could make sure the sheep were washed but…oh they would still poop everywhere and the poop would smell and they would end up smelling like poop…

Cressida reached down and removed the elastic from the bottom of her braid and began to unwind her long, pink hair. Okay. She could think about this calmly, and really…changing her mind didn’t mean Alice was right and that she was wrong...it was just…coming to terms with new information and facts and…whatever. Totally normal, totally not because her girlfriend told her that getting sheep was a bad idea.

In fact…she would get them both sheep. She would get all of them sheep. Herself, Alice, Siobhan and even Brooklyn. She wasn’t really a part of the group, but Siobhan always talked good things about her, and everyone should have a sheep.

The total order was near a thousand dollars and she felt rather smug when she used her card to make the purchase. Each of the plushes were huge, and they looked soft and wonderful. Would they take up most of a dorm room? …Yeah, most likely. But that was fine. They wouldn’t smell like poop, and Alice couldn’t really complain about them.

Now, Cressida still wanted real sheep but…maybe she should wait a little bit longer. Figure things out and just…see how well she did with this giant plush one…at the very least, she could still get sheep cuddles with it.

Her task done, Cressida stretched and glanced outside. It was cold, and the sun was beginning to set yet again…maybe…she would go out and find the sheep again. Get some fresh cuddles…inspect the smells…and maybe, if she were lucky…drain some energy along the way. It wasn’t a bad idea, but…she sighed as she looked at the cascade of hair and then sighed again, walking back into her room to find a brush, coming it through before braiding it up once again.

The pains of beauty.

But, now she was ready, and with a grin, she slipped out of the house and into the night, Thulite making an appearance once again. It was time to have a bit of fun. And hopefully, find some sheep to cuddle.