whittling away the world
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It seemed he hadn't seen her, allowing Dalgina to take a sigh of relief. The stranger stretched out, arms above his head. She caught a glint of something shining in one hand, and wood in the other. Her head cocked to the side in curiosity. What could this stranger possibly be doing with those items? Wood was good for chewing, and dragging around and chasing, but he'd just been sitting there. That wasn't the right way to play with twigs at all.

His voice rang across the clearing, and Dalgina's tail wagged. She pushed herself, scrambling over the log for a minute before hitting the other side. She bounded forward, tail wagging rapidly. I can keep you company! I'm Dalgina. What's your name? What are you doing? Why do you smell funny? It wasn't a funny smell, but Dalgina didn't know how else to describe the smell. It was completely unknown, of far away places that she couldn't even imagine yet.


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