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The left triangular ear of Pripyat Soul flicked slightly as Saxif spoke about traveling. Did all young creatures feel the need to wander? Disperse themselves? Saxif had. Arye had. He hadn't. Born and raised in Phoenix Valley. More than ever after Geneva had left Pripyat felt the pull of other lands. Or his imagined other lands. Yet still his feet remained firmly upon Phoenix Valley soil. Almost he had gone. Or rather he had gone. Phoenix Valley had been left behind and he was living a whole other life, for weeks even, but he had only haunted Halifax. Haunted Halifax with the Valley ever haunting him. He had gone and almost hadn't come back. Yet like the good boy he was he came slinking back to Jefferson. And now Arye was here.
"Suffocating? eh? Nah, it's okay…" It wasn't okay. Sometimes it truly did feel like he was unable to breathe, but despite the restrictions he felt his lungs continued to fill and empty and fill again and surely the suffocation was all in his head. Pripyat let the girl continue, he didn't mind her speaking so much now. Not as he had in the morning, when her voice had sparked fires of anxiety in his bowels. Now her voice could wash over him and it did not grate upon his nerves quite so much. The content of the speech he cared little for, as much as he thought about stealing away he did not want to talk about it, but he could listen to her talk. He could almost enjoy it if he focused only on the tones and not the content.
With her cheery attitude the girl announced the end of their lunch break, yet Pripyat stayed seated as the woman the color of clouds rose up and stretched herself out. Curious sky eyes watched her, as if seeing this creature for the first time. When she arrived in the morning he had tried to block her out, but that had proven impossible. After she returned to her own tasks, Pripyat followed suit. Rising up and giving himself a quick stretch, delighting in the way the bones along his spine cracked. Moving to his own pile of wood he went back to sorting. Picking up this, discarding that, inspecting boards even now and then. He worked in silence, but every so often looked up to see how his partner was doing.
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