Thread:Roleplayy/@comment-39024013-20190614235940/@comment-36195412-20190615233809

Hunta frowned, staring at the cats. "Who's 'they'?"

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Gray had been getting stranger and stranger as the days passed. She would stop while they were walking, stare into the distance, and mutter a few words under her breath. She would claim to have had weird dreams, and she would often whisper of "coming hope". It was freaking Hunta out, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Today, she was sitting in the back of the alley, surrounded by her herbs. With raised eyebrows, she looked at the two cats. "Mmm?"