>>6129088In the height of your worry, Miss Rabbit pokes your face. It was a rather odd feeling, deep pins and needles where the feeling of touch should have been.
And then.
“<span class="mu-b">the matter of the newcomer will resolve itself.
but for you, I have a request.
i have seen the black swan’s eye.
spiraling, panicked, jittery.
looking for any way to escape.
today it was still spiraling. still mad.
but steady. focused.
she thinks she has found something.
she is going to do something drastic.
please help her.
help her face her fear, if you must.
it’s the most pointless fear of all.
it is not worth upsetting her betters.</span>”
Miss Rabbit rubs her nose.
Blood rushes to your head, and as you shake your head to regain your senses, the rabbit hopes from your shoulder and melts into the flora of the lehto.
Having seen, felt, and heard plenty, your stride turns from a jog to a haphazard scramble as you begin making a dash to safety.
