[She heard the shift in the grass. A week ago, she wouldn't have noticed. Something might have taken attention away. But things were changing, and her reactions were starting to change with them. Both hands whipped out, blades spinning in them and coming to rest as she crouched.
She didn't look back at Lucy, instead nodding towards where the grass was moving. It was impossible to guess what was there, but she was certain they were no longer alone. Probably not a bug, or at least a really big one. They didn't usually make grass shift. Squirrel?]
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Date: 2017-05-18 03:25 am (UTC)She didn't look back at Lucy, instead nodding towards where the grass was moving. It was impossible to guess what was there, but she was certain they were no longer alone. Probably not a bug, or at least a really big one. They didn't usually make grass shift. Squirrel?]