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Lysette.Badeau She ignored the comment about the lipstick even though she knew where it was ending. So what if he did? Was the little lip track something to be ashamed of? It was this type of thinking that she couldn't wrap her head around. It was one of the reasons she'd found boys to be so difficult. She snorted as he cut his own sentence off; the sounds merged together. Then she tugged some more and Marigold began walking peacefully beside her as they watched Drake from the corner of their eyes. As he moved direction, Lysette followed. The four made it around the tent with ease. Each strip was a mile marking of how far they'd gone. However, on this side there were long cages filled with the wild kitties the show featured. Lysette placed a comforting hand on Marigold's mane line. He wasn't afraid but timid was caught in times like this. He moved closer to her and she watched his feet and her own with great caution, enjoying the feeling of wiggling her toes and not wanting that passion to cease due to Marigold's sharp hooves. She offered her other hand to Drake in case he wanted to rid himself of the exploratory mouse. She didn't want to admit that she would feel safer with the stranger male than she would on her own. But she was missing her brother slightly. She stuck out her bottom lip in determination not to worry about it and kept her path past the pacing predatory panther-like cats,(ALLITERATION!) their stripes concealed in the darkness. The lighting was dim and she could only see Marigold as they stood in the shadow the mood made of the tent. "Are they the same?" she asked, gesturing at the trailers. "and are we sure no one is home? Where is the stable?" She asked, petting Marigold so he'd know she'd hadn't forgotten the promise of his bed. "Oh, I see it." She moved to walk towards it wondering if Drake was following behind. He seemed only besides the whole being a boy part. Maybe she could make friends in Cascade. If he was going to be a guardian, he'd best not inform her of that. She'd just run off and prove she could take care of herself. She was rebellious in certain ways while outrageously meek in others. In her heart though, she never felt the need for protection. She still felt as if her brother could do the job despite the thousands of miles between them. Lysette's chilled hands reached for the metal clasp on barn door and she worked it off with some effort. She swung the door wide before peering into the darkness. She didn't hear the rustling of other animals so she stepped in. There were technically stalls in this shed like set up, but they were only three sided. She glanced around for a makeshift door and immediately spotted a ladder and some wooden planks. "Drake, care you sure this is okay?" She dropped Marigold's rope because she knew he wouldn't wander. She examined the planks and found that a hammer and nails laid nearby. She decided that she better not mess with someone's project. So she lifted the ladder to waist height and moved it towards the closest three sided stall. She made simple work of setting the ladder nearby and coaxing Marigold in. Then, she simple used the ladder and some buckets to block in the 4th side. She found a stack of hay and after careful inspection both through taste and smell, she dropped in a flake with her brother's pony. "Goodnight, beautiful." she giggled, petting his mane before moving back towards Drake. "I'm so hungry.." she mumbled to herself as she headed back to Drake. But she had felt this before and knew that in due time she would find a morsel to eat. She watched Marigold picking at his hay and mildly wished that she could do the same. She took out a folded bill from her pocket and laid it neatly on top of the hay she'd taken the flake from. "There's no paper for a note...but I'm sure they'll figure it out." Her tumble grumbled noisily. "So, bedtime?" It was phrases like this that hearken her to younger years though she was really maturing into a woman. Companions Marigold.Pony Harold.Mouse Image By Deuce |