Sierra paused, but she didn’t trust him. That was what had almost gotten her killed the other day. But the pain was returning, and her wing had begun bleeding again. With a serious voice, she told Tory “Stay behind me. No matter what, ok?” She let the hunter approach as she refroze her wounded wing, before facing him. Nothing would hurt Tory. (@Rubysword )
Sierra responded quietly “I don’t know. Stay behind though, ok Tory?”
Xylo smiled, thanking her again before responding to her question. With a tone of nonchalance, he replied “We just went for a swim and trained. I’m assuming you two went and picked berries? And we’ll have to tell Luna thanks, as well.”
Sierra’s face stayed the same: calm and neutral. She slowly turned and gently picked up Tory, whispering softly “Let’s go get your doll a new hat, huh?” As she turned, the doll she held in her hand faced Casimir. A doll. An old, tattered doll, covered with a handmade dress, was the telltale sign. Casimir had been mistaken.
"Sounds fun," Persepolis replied. "Yeah, Luna and I spent most of the time after we got here picking berries. You'd be surprised how many there are in the area. Seems we have a better supply of food here than at the other cabin."
Xylo nodded, responding thoughtfully “It’s a better location as well. It’s further within the woods, and farther away from the mansion too, so that’s good.” He added after some melancholy vision “And if need be, we could evacuate to the mountain. Sierra could help us.”
Casimir froze and took a halting step forwards. "That doll..Where did you get that doll? TELL ME! Where did she get that doll?" He yelled at Sierra, his face awash with pain and confusion. His chest was tight as his heart raced with the possibilities. Surely they just found it somewhere, it had to be, it was too big of a coincidence.
