[Ah... That. That she knew about all too well. From her own experience in being so magic starved that she'd mistaken it for hunger. Turning violent and mauling a wild animal, then a monster, and finally a witch. Even then, even after being injured in her frenzy, she'd still felt that deep gnawing hunger that didn't fade.
That it's still a matter of control, even with the bonds. That got a exhale. The fae ducking her head again to focus on her crutches. Watching them, as though if she took her eyes off of them, they'd slip on the cobbles. Even though she'd been fine before.
Her tongue poked out, licking her lips. A small grunt slipping out, then she gave up. Not even able to test the words, unable to think of what to say. This place... It was a lot to deal with even if it was so much nicer than home.
Even here though, they couldn't live without worries.
She kept moving. Tater breaking her out of her thoughts as they got to the farmland, yipping and trying to look at the farm animals they crossed. Little tail wagging, new friends? But Mikasa kept walking along, heading over to a small farmers' stall. It mainly sold veggies, fruit and eggs. The fae had to ask about compost and fertilizer, gotta keep the manure away from the fresh produce. The cunes cross hands and she had two rather large hessian sacks of dirt... Sacks that a human who worked out could have carried one of, it might have taken some effort. But she'd have been able to carry both if she had the use of her arms. But a human still could have managed one, a stronger monster like a dragon or turnskin wouldn't have an issue at all.
...Except for those with sensitive noses.
But the point was. Mikasa could just have asked one of the many turnskins around the city to help. But she hadn't.]
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That it's still a matter of control, even with the bonds. That got a exhale. The fae ducking her head again to focus on her crutches. Watching them, as though if she took her eyes off of them, they'd slip on the cobbles. Even though she'd been fine before.
Her tongue poked out, licking her lips. A small grunt slipping out, then she gave up. Not even able to test the words, unable to think of what to say. This place... It was a lot to deal with even if it was so much nicer than home.
Even here though, they couldn't live without worries.
She kept moving. Tater breaking her out of her thoughts as they got to the farmland, yipping and trying to look at the farm animals they crossed. Little tail wagging, new friends? But Mikasa kept walking along, heading over to a small farmers' stall. It mainly sold veggies, fruit and eggs. The fae had to ask about compost and fertilizer, gotta keep the manure away from the fresh produce. The cunes cross hands and she had two rather large hessian sacks of dirt... Sacks that a human who worked out could have carried one of, it might have taken some effort. But she'd have been able to carry both if she had the use of her arms. But a human still could have managed one, a stronger monster like a dragon or turnskin wouldn't have an issue at all.
...Except for those with sensitive noses.
But the point was. Mikasa could just have asked one of the many turnskins around the city to help. But she hadn't.]