She bounced on her knees excited. Pointing at herself, and then patting her own head. She wasn't an ugly tragdar anymore. The outfit she had found was even a girls dress, though slightly too big. With tiny yellow flowers embroidered over a grey background.
She just needed to find some decent shoes and she'd be set.
(Sure, Kevin’s not doing anything.)
Kevin stirred as voices carelessly echoed through the cave, lowering his head as his hand twitched. Not now. . . It’s too early for this. He thought, pulling a knee up to his chest. He was happy to have finally gotten some sleep after such a long, tiring day, even if it was plagued with unpleasant dreams.
Something jabbed him in the ribs, and he automatically reached out to swat it away. It was only when the thing screamed, followed by Kevin getting a face full of flapping feathers that felt uncomfortably like a row of long razorblades, that made him open his eyes.
Kevin glared down at the gray hen that had so rudely awoken him, frowning. “Not nice, Mama,” he grumbled, rubbing his beard.
Kevin looked around, noticing most of his companions were already awake and up. He wondered if they were eventually planning to wake him, or if what he said last night was enough to make them leave him. Deciding he didn’t care, he sighed, moving his hand up to rub the sleep from his tired brown eyes.
Juliana startled awake by a screeching animal jumped away from the wall wide eyed grabbing a fistful of nearby trinkets to throw at what ever came near her.
She put her hand down as the two talked oblivious it seemed to her existence. It had just been chicken guys chicken.
