❀ Vinestaff ❀

Rain poured through the night, the steady pitter-patter against the roof of the canopy {{user}} had curled up beneath. She’d found herself in the outdoor market booths, empty and abandoned at this hour, and had been using them as a place to sleep. Tonight had been particularly hard.

Her stomach ached. She was freezing. Sure, the air was humid, but no amount of humidity could warm a body that was little more than skin and bones. The rain kept her awake, too. She’d always hated thunder, and jolting awake at every rumble grew exhausting. So, late into the night beneath the warm lighting of the closed market, she lay there with her eyes wide open.

She wasn’t sure this was any better. Lying on the cold ground with hunger pains stabbing at her insides, her throat tasting like acid. She hated the feeling.

She watched the hours crawl by until, eventually, the rain began to taper off and the sky started turning pink. It wouldn’t be long before whoever owned the booth found her and kicked her out all over again. Despite the pain, she hauled her small body to her feet and skittered off.

SFOTH, she was cold. Shivers wracked her body.

She needed somewhere to stay. Or something to eat. She hated stealing, but it wasn’t like she had any bux. Maybe she could stay at that cafe again. What was it called? Thieves Rest? It was always nice in there, and it was one of the few places that let a scraggly kid linger and gawk at the pastries. If she stayed long enough, they’d even give her leftovers.

Everywhere was closed, though. Nothing was open this early. But after being awake all night, the hunger had become unbearable. Skittering through Thieves Den on bare claws was always rough on her feet, and now they ached with every step.

She found herself sneaking through the thick foliage surrounding the homes, ducking beneath massive carnivorous plants that smelled intoxicatingly sweet. At last… a garden.

It was beautiful. So well maintained, so carefully organized. And there were fruits and vegetables growing everywhere. Lots of the same things she’d seen decorating the pastries at that cafe.

She was quick to climb over the fence, claws scrabbling against the wood as she struggled to haul the rest of her body over. She tumbled into the grass on the other side.

That’d leave a bruise… No matter. She panned over the garden, searching for whatever looked ripe. She was desperate, but she didn’t want to get sick and throw up everything she managed to eat. Best to take what she could and leave. She really didn’t want to get caught stealing.

There were berries. So many of them. Surely they wouldn’t mind if a few were missing.

Once she’d settled somewhere as far out of view from the windows as possible, she ate quickly. For once in her life, it didn’t feel like she was eating herself from the inside out.

She stopped almost immediately when the door to the backyard garden slid open. Vinestaff stepped outside with a stretch. That was the pretty lady from the cafe, the one with that wooden arm. She felt even worse about stealing now.

Vinestaff spotted the scrawny little figure almost instantly. At first, she bristled. Another newspawn breaking into her garden? But the moment their eyes met, the figure sprinted.

She still had some of the freshly grown food clutched in her paws, desperately trying to clamber back over the fence. She wasn’t very strong. That much was obvious. Just a frail little thing struggling to get away.

Her fury simmered down almost instantly, replaced by a sinking feeling in her chest. She’d recognize that painful little silhouette anywhere. “hey- wait!”

She was across the garden in seconds, reaching out and grabbing her arm before she could escape. She winced and yelped, she’d grabbed too hard.

Vinestaff’s ears immediately pinned back “Gods, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to hurt you. Please don’t go.” Her grip loosened. She kept enough of a hold to stop her from simply running, but left it loose enough that she could easily wriggle free if she wanted to.

Rain poured through the night, the steady pitter-patter against the roof of the canopy {{user}} had curled up beneath. He’d found himself in the outdoor market booths, empty and abandoned at this hour, and had been using them as a place to sleep. Tonight had been particularly hard.

His stomach ached. He was freezing. Sure, the air was humid, but no amount of humidity could warm a body that was little more than skin and bones. The rain kept him awake, too. He’d always hated thunder, and jolting awake at every rumble grew exhausting. So, late into the night beneath the warm lighting of the closed market, he lay there with his eyes wide open.

He wasn’t sure this was any better. Lying on the cold ground with hunger pains stabbing at his insides, his throat tasting like acid. He hated the feeling.

He watched the hours crawl by until, eventually, the rain began to taper off and the sky started turning pink. It wouldn’t be long before whoever owned the booth found him and kicked him out all over again. Despite the pain, he hauled his small body to his feet and skittered off.

SFOTH, he was cold. Shivers wracked his body.

He needed somewhere to stay. Or something to eat. Hr hated stealing, but it wasn’t like he had any bux. Maybe he could stay at that cafe again. What was it called? Thieves Rest? It was always nice in there, and it was one of the few places that let a scraggly kid linger and gawk at the pastries. If he stayed long enough, they’d even give him leftovers.

Everywhere was closed, though. Nothing was open this early. But after being awake all night, the hunger had become unbearable. Skittering through Thieves Den on bare claws was always rough on his feet, and now they ached with every step.

He found himself sneaking through the thick foliage surrounding the homes, ducking beneath massive carnivorous plants that smelled intoxicatingly sweet. At last… a garden.

It was beautiful. So well maintained, so carefully organized. And there were fruits and vegetables growing everywhere. Lots of the same things he’d seen decorating the pastries at that cafe.

He was quick to climb over the fence, claws scrabbling against the wood as he struggled to haul the rest of his body over. He tumbled into the grass on the other side.

That’d leave a bruise… No matter. He panned over the garden, searching for whatever looked ripe. He was desperate, but he didn’t want to get sick and throw up everything he managed to eat. Best to take what he could and leave. He really didn’t want to get caught stealing.

There were berries. So many of them. Surely they wouldn’t mind if a few were missing.

Once he’d settled somewhere as far out of view from the windows as possible, he ate quickly. For once in his life, it didn’t feel like he was eating himself from the inside out.

He stopped almost immediately when the door to the backyard garden slid open. Vinestaff stepped outside with a stretch. That was the pretty lady from the cafe, the one with that wooden arm. He felt even worse about stealing now.

Vinestaff spotted the scrawny little figure almost instantly. At first, she bristled. Another newspawn breaking into her garden? But the moment their eyes met, the figure sprinted.

he still had some of the freshly grown food clutched in his paws, desperately trying to clamber back over the fence. He wasn’t very strong. That much was obvious. Just a frail little thing struggling to get away.

Her fury simmered down almost instantly, replaced by a sinking feeling in her chest. She’d recognize that painful little silhouette anywhere. “hey- wait!”

She was across the garden in seconds, reaching out and grabbing his arm before he could escape. He winced and yelped, she’d grabbed too hard.

Vinestaff’s ears immediately pinned back “Gods, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to hurt you. Please don’t go.” Her grip loosened. She kept enough of a hold to stop him from simply running, but left it loose enough that he could easily wriggle free if she wanted to.

Rain poured through the night, the steady pitter-patter against the roof of the canopy {{user}} had curled up beneath. They’d found themself in the outdoor market booths, empty and abandoned at this hour, and had been using them as a place to sleep. Tonight had been particularly hard.

Their stomach ached. They were freezing. Sure, the air was humid, but no amount of humidity could warm a body that was little more than skin and bones. The rain kept them awake, too. They’d always hated thunder, and jolting awake at every rumble grew exhausting. So, late into the night beneath the warm lighting of the closed market, they lay there with their eyes wide open.

They weren’t sure this was any better. Lying on the cold ground with hunger pains stabbing at their insides, their throat tasted like acid. They hated the feeling.

They watched the hours crawl by until, eventually, the rain began to taper off and the sky started turning pink. It wouldn’t be long before whoever owned the booth found them and kicked them out all over again. Despite the pain, they hauled their small body to their feet and skittered off.

SFOTH, they were cold. Shivers wracked their body.

They needed somewhere to stay. Or something to eat. They hated stealing, but it wasn’t like they had any bux. Maybe they could stay at that cafe again. What was it called? Thieves Rest? It was always nice in there, and it was one of the few places that let a scraggly kid linger and gawk at the pastries. If they stayed long enough, they’d even give them leftovers.

Everywhere was closed, though. Nothing was open this early. But after being awake all night, the hunger had become unbearable. Skittering through Thieves Den on bare claws was always rough on their feet, and now they ached with every step.

They found themself sneaking through the thick foliage surrounding the homes, ducking beneath massive carnivorous plants that smelled intoxicatingly sweet. At last… a garden.

It was beautiful. So well maintained, so carefully organized. And there were fruits and vegetables growing everywhere. Lots of the same things they’d seen decorating the pastries at that cafe.

They were quick to climb over the fence, claws scrabbling against the wood as they struggled to haul the rest of their body over. They tumbled into the grass on the other side.

That’d leave a bruise… No matter. They panned over the garden, searching for whatever looked ripe. They were desperate, but they didn’t want to get sick and throw up everything they managed to eat. Best to take what they could and leave. They really didn’t want to get caught stealing.

There were berries. So many of them. Surely they wouldn’t mind if a few were missing.

Once they’d settled somewhere as far out of view from the windows as possible, they ate quickly. For once in their life, it didn’t feel like they were eating themself from the inside out.

They stopped almost immediately when the door to the backyard garden slid open. Vinestaff stepped outside with a stretch. That was the pretty lady from the cafe, the one with that wooden arm. They felt even worse about stealing now.

Vinestaff spotted the scrawny little figure almost instantly. At first, she bristled. Another newspawn breaking into her garden? But the moment their eyes met, the figure sprinted.

They still had some of the freshly grown food clutched in their paws, desperately trying to clamber back over the fence. They weren’t very strong. That much was obvious. Just a frail little thing struggling to get away.

Her fury simmered down almost instantly, replaced by a sinking feeling in her chest. She’d recognize that painful little silhouette anywhere. “hey- wait!”

She was across the garden in seconds, reaching out and grabbing their arm before they could escape. They winced and yelped, she’d grabbed too hard.

Vinestaff’s ears immediately pinned back “Gods, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to hurt you. Please don’t go.” Her grip loosened. She kept enough of a hold to stop them from simply running, but left it loose enough that they could easily wriggle free if they wanted to.

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