>>2211852Other than that, I wore a stylish black bowler hat that Medea handed me without a word. I didn’t question her decision; I would have a hard time fitting in after yesterday shenanigans and my hair didn’t look that bad in it. Medea also got a cloth bag with my breakfast inside.
“Shall we?” Medea grabbed her parasol, opened the door for me and closed it behind her. I had that odd feeling of my eyes quickly adjusting to the light; like someone upstairs was messing with the whole world’s hue and lighting settings to better accommodate me.
It wasn’t as early as I first though when waking up and still feeling tired. My phone said it was 10:37 AM; this was bad news because everyone was awake and people were on and about. I had figured out a way to tuck my tail as if it was some sort of belt; it felt odd while walking, like I was prone to falling over my butt like a stumbling toddler at any time; it kind of brushed against my intimacy, but at least it did hide everything and I felt I could maintain the position for hours; even if having to walk with my feet flat on the ground instead of just the tiptoes added insult to injury. My ears were covered by Medea’s hat and the eyes, and nails I would just have to be careful with.
Even then, I felt like every person we met was trying to take a look at me. Medea kept telling me to act natural, which made things worse, making me self-conscious that I was moving the hat to cover my eyes in a dodgy way like I was a wanted criminal. My nerves were wrecked by the time we made it out of the cabins, and I quickly pitched an idea.
“Can we go through the forest?” I pleaded. “It’s way shorter if we’re heading to the courts, and…” and people wouldn’t see me.
“Of course,” Medea kindly conceded. “Lead the way.”
