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Please ignore all references to Griffa's masculinity in the last post. You guys seem to want a character with no canonically established gender, and I certainly don't want to stop you.
Scalene, of course, stayed in her furnished burrow beneath the remains of an ancient tree during the rains. It was not especially far from this cave, and the naga wondered if perhaps she ought to invite the rabbit to stay with her, as these rains were known last for weeks.
"Sso, where are you trying to go, little Griffa?" Scalene asked the rabbit.
The rabbit seemed like it had prepared an answer for this one. "You see, O Scalene, my home was ravaged by a plague some months ago. Only four of us survived. We set out for the corners of the earth to try and find new homes for ourselves, but made a vow to meet again in two years' time. Or, probably, one year and eight months' time, now. I have not yet been able to find somewhere to live, but I hope I will soon."
Scalene had never thought of a rabbit of any kind as brave before, but she found herself associating the term with the shy creature before her. It must have taken a lot of willpower indeed for such a small, naturally timid thing to agree to travel the earth alone.
She decided she may as well try to make Griffa feel a little better. She wrapped the rabbit up with the end of her tail, figuring this was the most reasonable approximation to a hug she could come up with.
"Wha--!" Griffa instictively struggled against her. "What are you doing?!"
"Relakss, little rabbit. You are cold, and ssoaked -- you musst have fallen in an underground sstream on your way here -- and your fire iss going out. I mean only to keep you warm." The naga wasn't sure that Griffa completely believed her, but whether to avoid offending her or out of genuine trust, the rabbit at least tentatively accepted her explanation.
Scalene could probably return to her nap now, assuming there wasn't anything else she wanted to say to the rabbit, or vice versa. The rain was still, by the sound of it, a good deal heavier than she really wanted to try to slog through, if she could avoid it.
Stored event: Flood.
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