ain't nothin' gunna break my stride
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ooc: it's all good, bobbi! <3
wc: 3+
SoSuWriMo: 353


The ebony girl declined her offer so gracefully that China felt not a trace of offense. All the more for her to enjoy! She took another long drag, thoroughly enjoying the heady, heavy feeling of the smoke in her mouth, her throat, her lungs. With another extravagant exhale, the silvery yote-girl rested her cheek briefly against Sage's, the white smoke curling prettily about their entwined frames. The two sisters were a united force, bound by the incredibly strong ties of love and family. But there was another, missing from the heart-felt embrace...


It was her voice that fist clued in China. She had been appraising the inky jackal lady with a head, bi-curious gaze, when those soft tons spilled out to answer her previous question. Sage reacted first - Her sweetest sister, always the first to wake, always the first to forgive, the first to love - by leaping from China's lackadaisical embrace. China moved slowly to a stand, her eggshell blue eyes wide in adoring disbelief as they looked at the figure now draped in Sage's arms.


There was a strange lump in her throat. The smoldering joint dropped from her slender fingers. A big, glossy tear rolled down one silvery cheek, as she stood in silence, watching the reunion of her two beloved siblings. If only Micah, back home, could see how they had grown - Sage and Clover were remarkably similar in appearance, with their gorgeous goldy pelts. China knew, from perfect memory, just how much she had wished to have that pretty tawny fur when she was younger - She had longed for it, cried even! But Sage and Clover, they had told her that she was pretty too. And she loved them, so!


Unable to stay back any longer, the silvery girl practically leaped the small distance between her and her sisters, her face still streaked with happy tears. She couldn't speak, not yet. It was all too perfect. Not willing to refrain, China reached out with one hand - Was her hand shaking? Must've been the weed - and moved to lay it gently against Clover's cheek.

Speak think walk



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