Spider Shopping

[Seraphina]

Her humming continues as she works, pleased with her work. It wasn’t her best, but she did what she could with what she had.

Leaning back, she smiles, “So brave!” praised the Treasured, remembering that children liked to be praised. And figuring it might apply to hob rabbit kids too. “How does that feel?” her voice still gentle and soft, “It might take a few days for it to feel completely better.” She had no clue how hobs healed. That wasn’t in medical books or anything online. “Thank you for letting me try and fix it. I wish I could do more.” sapphires moving from the baby to the mom.

[Circe]

"Bingo!" Circe struts back out of the Thorns, prize in one hand. Walking up to the group she hands over one of the Murmurleaves to Seraphina, "Think this is enough ta get the lil' guy patched up? I got another if it ain't," she smiles widely at the duo of fluffy hobs and gives them a thumbs up.

"No worries at all, we make shhhhh stuff right," why did there have to be a kid present? Circe couldn't cuss enough.

[Saber Sloth]

Sera wrapps the paw, the squeaking continues, but the mama isn't trying to get the Siren off her baby, she still eyes the women warily, tensing up when her baby squeaks as Sera continues to wrap his paw. Eventually, they are done, and Circe appears! Triumphant and cenering herself for the young, floppy bunny ears.

The Mama's bouncing! Happy, joyous! "Fruit-fruut! Gib! Gib!" She squeaks, those large, wide, shiny eyes, pinned to the leafy autumn blossoms.

[Seraphina]

“Oh! Perfect!” she says accepting the fruit, “It should be. I’m not sure how it works on hobs, so maybe just one for now and see how he does?” seemed logical to her. “Thank you, Circe.” She says with a grateful smile.

There was a giggle as the elf tried to not swear. Seemed there was a soft spot to the Summer after all.

The Nix nods and hands over the blossoms to the mama, “There you go. I hope they help.” But she appeared to know what they were.

“How about some water?” she asks mama, “Water is always good.” Holding out the bottle of water.

[Circe]

"Summer soldiers fix problems, a lot better then warriors whining about honor," she shoots a look at the rust colored hob, "And I didn't hear any whining from you little guy," she taps her pointy ears, "These ain't just fer show. You are a brave one. That strength will see you go far. Good job."

She gives him a thumbs up and a smile.

And then the mommy had the leaves. And Circe was experiencing facial muscle twitches. Trying to resist the cuteness. Well, there was one way to do that. Circe decided to inspect how unreliable the engine was going to be. Circe moves over to look under the hood, recalling what the Hedge had done to the truck. The Summer is ready to jump back in if the engine falls out of the car as a collapsing pile of rust and component parts.

1 suxx Inspection

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2020-12-01 21:51:00	Circe rolls 5 to Inspects Engine Craft + Int (10 Again)	9, 7, 5, 2, 6	1 success

[Saber Sloth]

The pair drink the water, and the Fairest watches as the murmur's leaf works before her eyes. The cut heals, and the paw within the bandage, just seems like a paw within a bandage. The Little Hob puts weight on it has be hops around, chittering at his mother, who nods and coos. Looking between the Lost and her babe.

"Thanks of muches!"


Circe, however has eyes on her ride. Not quite collapsing into a pile of rust and composite parts. But, given enough time it will. Given rate of rust on their way in, they might have enough time to drive back to where they came in from, if they hurry. From the way there's moss now growing on her tires, they would really need to hurry.

Or, they might just need to use the doors to makeshift a way Iron Side. It would work. Probably.

[Seraphina]

It was now settled; the Summer had a soft spot. And there was a small smirk on her lips. But she’d never spread that fact around.

She watches Circe head over to the truck, and waits to hear about the condition of their ride. Would they be able to drive out? Or were they walking? Would her ability to make old things new help? So many questions.

It would never cease to amaze her how the leaves worked. The healing powers of fruits found in the Hedge worked miracles. But she was a bit bummed that her attempt to fix the baby hob herself didn’t work as well. He was healed though, and that was what mattered at the end of the day.

A huge smile on her face as she watched him hop around, “You are more than welcome!” her voice filled with warmth and happiness. She would not have left him if he was still hurt. “Is there anything else I can do to help?” she asks the mom.

Looking to Circe, still sitting on the ground, “How’s the truck?” she didn’t really want to be stuck in the Hedge. "Are we walking, or can our Contracts fix it?"

[Circe]

"Scopata" was her summation of the truck's status, "It MIGHT get us back ta the gate or it might fall apart on the way. The longer we tarry the less distance it will ferry before its junk ta bury." She smiles at the hobs, "Rhyming is fun," that droops as she looks at Seraphina, "And it's too big fer Dawn's Beauty." She'd learned that before. Circe closes the hood, "Glad the little one is okay. Of course," she walks over to the side of the truck to knock on the glass, "Any door can go places. Hmm," she rubs her chin in thought.

Then the Summer points to the trunk, "Ditching the loot ain't my style but I I can fit the shotgun inta the duffel. So if we are gonna abandon it, I say give it a Viking funeral. I am a lil' worried about what the Wyrd will do with petrol."

The suggestion had practical benefits aside from destructive Summer nature. By burning down the truck while leaving through the new Gate, they ensured it wouldn't leave a new trod unattended. Then her expression turns serious, "But if we want ta try driving out, we really gotta go."

[Saber Sloth]

The hobs, chitter to each other, mama looking over the baby, they offer the Fairests bunny smiles before the mama swings her baby onto her back, head already pointed back to where she had bounded in from.

The Lost had options, now they just had to act upon them....

[Seraphina]

If Sera had picked up on anything from Circe over the years, is that when she spoke Italian, it was usually a swear and usually not good.

“Now you’re a poet? If so, I want a copy, signed, of your first book.” She teased before sighing, “But I get it.” Though too big for the Contract? Well shit.

“That also worries me, so I say we try to take it as close to where we came in as possible.” With a reluctant nod.

But there was a sad smile as she watched the hobs go off on their way. She wanted to take them home, give them a warm place to sleep and all the food they could handle. But it was not to be today. Plus it meant explaining to Rhodes how she went into the Hedge for spinning supplies and came home with hob rabbits.

Getting back to her feet, “Well, lets do this. See how close we can get, then go the rest of the way on foot. And I can help carry some of the stuff too.” She might be a knockout Fairest, but she could carry stuff. Opening the passenger door, she climbs back in.