Thread:ArwenoftheSunland/@comment-27824390-20170411225044/@comment-28247510-20170416182208

Sleet snorted grumpily, plucking a thin, metal rod-like trinket from Beluga's hoard of random objects. He didn't know why she had this, but she never seemed to notice, or at least she never seemed to mind when he took things, which he rarely did. He clutched it and the small piece of starfire in one foot/talon/claw/hand/willweeverfigureoutwhattheyshouldbecalled, and began to walk back towards the door. "We should probably be going now, Bel."

Beluga frowned, looking disappointed to not have company for longer, but waved them off. "Alright, alright. But promise me you'll come to visit without someone in desperate need of my help sometime, alright?"

Sleet snorted in reply, and Beluga chuckled, her worn face crickling in a smile. Sleet trotted out, back past the many different rug-doors, and finally out into the snow.