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Westport - Early Evening
Brunilda lets out a soft sigh as she sets down the big wooden box that could be vaguely called 'supplies'. She looks about the emptied house, down to most of the dilapilated furniture being disposed of from it.
She gives a sideways glance to the pygmy possum on her shoulder: "That was the last of it, right? Now it's just... the house itself, I guess."
Fiora glances around the weirdly empty home, feeling a little better about some things... A lot weirder about others. "Unless Mom has a weird secret basement too... Yeah, we've gone through everything. Feels so... Empty."
She's not kept much, a single box worth of stuff, mostly blacksmithing tools and various weird odds and ends that she's set aside without much explanation.
Brunilda nods, lifting her hand to the side so as to offer Fiora a quick way down via the windowsill: "How are you feeling about it? You've been pretty quiet when we've sold this stuff."
Fiora takes advantage, climbing down Brun's arm to hop onto the windowsill. She sits down and crosses her arms, thinking a moment. "Err... well... sorry. It's just been really odd to see all those old memories again. So much of this crap is just crap that I never want to see again. So why does it feel like someone punched me in the gut?"
Brunilda gives a small shrug: "Stuff you... well, left behind, so to say? Related to all... all that you have mentioned that happened before we met." The elephant looks uncertain, but resolute, as she often does.
Fiora sighs, but eventually nods. "Y-yeah... It... it hurts more than I feel like it should. This whole place... it feels awful to be getting ready to sell it. But I'd rather die than actually stay here."
Brunilda nods, kneeling down so she can offer her trunk to Fiora. "I can... only imagine. But in this case... maybe it is better to move on, just without any hurtful words said to anyone, this time." She frowns. "Sorry. I'm not any good at this."
Fiora leans into Brun's trunk, hugging her with a sigh, "Hey, no worries. Neither am I, clearly. And you're way better at this than I am..."
Brunilda hums, then smiles. "Then... I guess, moving on to the other important notion for today? I got the feeling, earlier." She glances at the box of supplies, assorted edibles for a few days for... reasons she is starting to get used to yet never quite being used to it.
Fiora frowns, looking up at Brun worriedly, "...great, just great. Guess we'll be here for awhile no matter what we decide. At least until I change back. You okay?"
Brunilda shifts to sit down on the floor, her shoulder next to Fiora now. "No. Yes. I'm worried that we're starting to be this accurate in feeling when we're going to change. Isn't that sort of, getting used to it, just accepting it?"
Fiora stiffens up at that thought. "No! Hell no! Brun I haven't sat back and 'just accepted' anything in my life. Ever. I won't do it with this either."
Brunilda blinks, then smiles at her currently tiny girlfriend. "...heh. True. And I guess soooort of a moot point since it's what we have now, whether or not we like it."
Fiora sighs, "I just... I refuse to just accept that this is just 'us' now. Yeah, we can deal with it when it happens... but no, Brun... I won't ever just be 'okay' with it." She slumps slightly.
Brunilda sighs. "Y-yeah. Pretty much that." She looks over the crate of veggies and few other... things. "Really, I don't know which part is worse. The size... or that craving for bugs." The elephant shivers slightly.
Fiora chuckles, "The size. I've eaten worse than bugs out in the wild doing bounty hunting... I mean... it kinda sucks that they taste good like this..."
Brunilda gives a soft laugh, reaching her trunk to touch Fiora's side. "Yeah. Probably that."
Fiora reachs out to pat Brunilda's trunk, half-scratching and half petting it. "I just hate feeling so weak in this form. Like I can't do anything. I guess I'm more agile, but I feel like I lose so much."
Brunilda hums. "I definitely feel faster when I change. Not that it helps cause I'm otherwise so weak and tiny, but... yeah."
The elephant is quiet for a moment before continuing. "...there's gotta be something we can do. I just don't know what."
Fiora's hand stops, "I don't know either... but no answers back in Respite... and I guess we're not just gonna stumble into an answer. So... I think we need some kinda plan?"
The elephant nods. "Who or where can we go to, that we could also trust? Considering how weak this leaves us when it happens."
Fiora sighs, "Might not have a choice... we'll have to trust someone with this. There's got to be someone who knows this kind of magic or whatever it is."
Brunilda sighs as well, dropping her trunk back down. "Yes. Just... Kind of subtly inquire about this sort of thing without directly saying what's affecting us."
Fiora nods, frowning as Brunilda drops her trunk down, her hand dropping to her side once it falls away from her touch. "A fine mess we're in, eh? At least this detour has got us a nice bit of cash... moreso if we actually sell this place. So if we actually find someone, we can pay them."
Brunilda nods, glancing at Fiora again: "There is that. But I can't help but imagine us both being small, and in some cage because we told the wrong person."
Fiora grits her teeth. "I won't let that happen, Brun. Haven't met the cage yet that can hold me, big or small..." She closes her eyes, then opens them to give Brunilda a tired smile, "We'll be careful. We can got my gut feelings to listen to. And you're smart enough to tell me when my gut feeling is being reckless like usual."
Brunilda sighs softly, then gives Fiora a smile. "Yeah. We'll have to." She stretches a bit, then gets up.
Fiora: "Well. I better open up that box. It's probably going to be much harder to open tomorrow."
Fiora pulls back onto the window sill and wraps her arms around her legs, looking like a little fluff ball, "I'll just sit here I guess. Ugh... You've done everything for me here this past week. I couldn't have done anything without you, Brun. Thank you... Thank you for everything."
Brunilda pauses in her unpacking of the crate. "Fiora... don't be like that. You do the same things for me when I am tiny... which I suspect is pretty soon once again. We're in this together, and I don't really care how much each of us does of anything that needs to be done."
Fiora blinks at Brun, then laughs quietly. "Well... fair enough. I do love you Brun. I love you a lot, big or tiny."
Brunilda smiles, and offers her hand to Fiora to hop on: "Come on. Let's see what we actually bought for next few days."
Fiora hops into Brun's hand and nods. "Sounds like a plan. We can lock up the house and set up our little camp. At least we're well sheltered this time."
Brunilda smirks: "Considering the amount of dust this place had, I don't think we need to worry about any unwanted visitors. And if we do... well, we'll just have to beat them up. Right?"
Fiora cracks her tiny knuckles, "Now you're speaking my language."
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