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It was a bright morning, and Gloha had actually ventured into a real town to do some shopping. After all, the little one near her house didn't have everything she needed. She had the little bundle that she'd named Megan in one of her arms, and the other was being clung to by a little girl. It really was hard to go shopping with two children. Not that they were a problem. Both seemed rather calm actually, but still, it was a hassle to have to bring them along. She glanced down at the list that she held next to Megan's brightly colored head. Ok... All she needed now was powdered milk, baby food, eggs, and carrots. Then, she'd be done for the day, and could finally go back home.

Gloha stumbled slightly as a women pushed past her. Megan let out a little cry, and then was silent after a second. She glared after the person, and was going to let it go, but of course, Terry just wouldn't. She usually was pretty shy, but when it came to these sorts of things, well, she could be pretty mean. "Hey!" the small child called after her, "Watch where you're going!" Immediately, she hid behind Gloha's back, willing to yell at someone, but scared of the consequences. Sometimes, Gloha just wished that she'd be quiet.

"Hey! Don't talk to her like that!" Gloha said, her face turning a slight shade of pink. It wasn't like her to speak out, so this was pretty hard for her. "She's just a kid, doesn't know any better," she said. Terry shook her head violently. "I knew perfectly well what I was doing Gloha," she whispered, tugging at Gloha's sleeve. Gloha sighed and looked wearily at Terry's face. For such a small child, she really did have a big mouth.

Megan looked with wide eyes at the baby that the loud woman was holding. She gave a small grin back, and waved her own hand around a little, giggling. "Hiha!" she called back.

Gloha would have crossed her arms if it hadn't been for the children in them. So, she had to make do with glaring. "A muzzle?" she said with disgust, "Is that what you do to yours?" She nodded to Fiore, who seemed to be infinitely happy, despite the person who carried her. "I'm surprised you haven't killed that one yet," she said.

Megan put her arms over her head and looked curiously at the boy. He smelled nice, and Megan was happy to have met this strange new person. He was purple too, one of Megan's favorite colors. She giggled and stretched her arms out towards his hair. But she wasn't close enough to touch the pretty stuff.

Gloha raised an eyebrow. "He doesn't seem all that terrible to me," she said watching as he offered his little stuffed seal to a smiling Megan. "In fact, he seems pretty darn cute," she said with a small grin.

Megan gently took the odd creature and clasped it to her small chest for a second, before offering it back. She wasn't sure whether or not he had meant for her to keep it, but didn't want to risk making him mad at her. She didn't want him to get mad.

Gloha nodded. "And I'm Gloha," she said, rather grateful to the baby. He had just saved her neck. "I'm Terry!" Terry said boldly, interupting her thoughts. It was odd for her to be so outgoing, but not completely unusual. "And this is Megan," Gloha said, glancing down at the giggling baby. She hadn't laughed like this before, but Gloha had only just found her, so maybe it was normal for her.

Megan giggled at the strange boy, and looked with big eyes at the person he claimed to be his mother. They were nothing alike, but then, that didn't bother her. She smiled, and held out her hand towards the woman.

That poor, poor man. He was slumped forward, shuffling his feet down the sidewalk. He looked to be in good shape, story body, wearing jus a light shirt and jeans. But his burden was one of patience and spirit, rather than physical.

With him came the full menagerie. A few locks of purple hair, matching the man, appeared over his shoulders, just barely peeking out. He had straps around his shoulders, quite recognizable as one of those backpack baby cage carriers. Indeed if you got a good look behind him, there was a kid, swaying with his steps, asleep on his back, all nice and snug.

About 4 yards in front of him was the bulk. Very odd crew, one being a silver haired kid, probably about 4 from the size. He was actually riding on a large, fluffy brown bear. Occasionally he'd smack the bear on the backside, letting out a fair immitation of a cowboy movie's "Yip kai yai yay!", trying to pull at the bear. For whatever reason, the bear complied about half the time, running ahead quickly before deciding to come back towards the man and resume its place.

And besides the bear, a strange anthro-bunny person. She was holding her hands close to her chest, moving very slowly, shoulders hunched, eyes always moving. Every little sound she jumped at.

Including the conversation down the street between mothers and children. She seemed to about jump out of her skin.


The silver haired kid tried to 'put in the spurs', waving his right hand around his head in the air, calling out "CHARGE!" The bear was less than compliant at that one though, just moving at his normal pace.

And the adult? He just groaned and called out, "Don't get in trouble."

Natalia's lip curled in disgust at more company, and she turned a cold shoulder to them.

Fiore, on the other hand, was enthralled.

"BZAAAAH!"