Post by Lucca on Oct 27, 2009 10:10:48 GMT -5
Myth's ears perked up again in happiness at the words approve. Oh, that was what she wanted so much! For her Jack to approve of her! Then she'd get traded to another Jack, and if he approved of her as well, she'd be set for life. She beamed at her mother, a tired, broken smile, but it was considerably less broken than it had been in a while. Her tail even gave a little thankful wiggle. As the towel landed on her, she pulled it close about herself with her paws, able to stay sitting up much more easily now.
"Yes, Mother. Thank you again!" she called as the Doe left the room. Though it vaguely occurred to her that her Mother seemed to think it was a more uncommon occurrence than it was that she would be in that state she'd been found in. But in the future, she would work to make it less common! She would only bleed herself while necessary, and then only a little bit, not to excess. Because she did more good to everyone if she was stronger and able to move without fainting.
After another few minutes of rest, she felt well enough to hop back to her room, to her relief even before the other Leveret showed up. Exchanging the towel for her own beloved blanket, ragged and worn as it was, Mythiril was quickly asleep, mind dancing with the thoughts of how from now on, she would be an even better Leveret, until any Jack would be proud to have her in their Warren.
((OOC: Sounds good to me! Thanks for playing!))
"Yes, Mother. Thank you again!" she called as the Doe left the room. Though it vaguely occurred to her that her Mother seemed to think it was a more uncommon occurrence than it was that she would be in that state she'd been found in. But in the future, she would work to make it less common! She would only bleed herself while necessary, and then only a little bit, not to excess. Because she did more good to everyone if she was stronger and able to move without fainting.
After another few minutes of rest, she felt well enough to hop back to her room, to her relief even before the other Leveret showed up. Exchanging the towel for her own beloved blanket, ragged and worn as it was, Mythiril was quickly asleep, mind dancing with the thoughts of how from now on, she would be an even better Leveret, until any Jack would be proud to have her in their Warren.
((OOC: Sounds good to me! Thanks for playing!))
