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Despite mentioning that she should leave, Princess made no move to do so, instead choosing to remain next to Hemming. She hoped her prolonged absence did worry her mother, but it was not exactly something she could really count on. The older Chance woman did not really care about anyone but herself, and Princess when she wanted to love her. Unfortunately for the younger of the two, Princess thrived on her mother's love and attention, choosing to ignore the fact that she was usually not the center of her mother's attention. Staying out in the strange human town and away from Dahlia might, just might, make her mother come looking for her. Wouldn't that be pretty cool, if her mother cared enough to come find her? Doubtful. That was too far-fetched to really happen.
Trailing him into the second house, Princess was hoping she could find something hear to hold her interest. While the things from the last house had been pretty interesting and all that, nothing had really stood out to her as a "Wow!" sort of thing. Even the painting that Hemming was looking at was not particularly interesting to her, although it was kind of pretty, in a strange way. She didn't understand why someone would hang something on their wall, rather than go out and look at it for themselves. Like, for example, pictures of the ocean she had seen hanging on some walls. Princess saw the ocean every day, and it was much better to see it in person, rather than to look at a silly picture of it.
She quickly lost interest in the room she was standing in, since her vision was limited to purely what was in the small living room and kitchen area. Since she had already explored the kitchen of the blue house, Princess decided that it was not necessary to look around in this kitchen, as she would probably find the same sorts of things. Venturing further into the little house, Princess sat down with a loud bounce onto a bed, flopping backwards. This was nice, and so very different from the cave she usually slept in. Briefly, she wondered if she could find something like this in Dahlia, and if she could convince her mother to move out of the den, or to let her move out and live on her own so that she could have a nice bed like this one. Even after spending only a few minutes on it, Princess was far more comfortable than she was on most nights at home.
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