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OOC mainly because I don't have a clue what will happen. She's a week pregnant now, so nothing showing
Amy had set the wagon off on it's usual course. She'd be stopping at Cour des Miracles for trade tomorrow. It had been a while since she'd done that. Amy was looking forwards to doing so, and perhaps facing off against the thin dog that had challenged her before. An old challenge, yes, but one that she had enjoyed. Even better, Amy knew that for some strange reason Caspa hadn't said anything about what she had done. Very strange, but it benefited her.
Right now she was just camped out though. Adara and Kohaku were a short distance off by the fire while Amy herself had decided to go further. Night was just starting to come down, a velvety black blanket covering a cloudy day. It got dark quickly, despite the sun being out. Clouds tended to do that, stealing all the light the sun would try to give off. Amy didn't mind, even if it meant she couldn't stretch out and sunbath as she normally would at dusk.
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