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[godsays]

[ Kelsier brought him a rabbit.

A strange-looking rabbit with fur around its face. And then Kelsier left.

Zane stares at the rabbit.

It stares back.

He picks up his communicator, finally, breaking a long silence. He doesn't want to go through the process of apologizing to people. He wants them to be apologized to, but he can't... he doesn't know how to begin.

So: ]

What do you do with a rabbit


[ deck spam ]

[ ...and now he is hunting. On deck. For the hidden rabbit supplies. Damn it Kelsier. ]

Comments

[godsays]

I won't kill it.

[youwillgotohell]

It seems I've run out of suggestions.

What will you do?

[godsays]

I dont know that's why I asked.

[youwillgotohell]

Apparently you treat it kindly.

[godsays]

Who said that?

[youwillgotohell]

A common acquaintance with strong feelings about pets.

[godsays]

Cassel?

[youwillgotohell]

Who else?

[godsays]

Kelsier says he left food and other things on the deck for me to find.

[youwillgotohell]

Have you gone to find it yet?

[godsays]

I don't want to leave here.

[Private]

[youwillgotohell]

Why?

[Private]

[godsays]

I'm not in control.

[Private]

[youwillgotohell]

Do you want company? [She's not sure why she offers; she's not sure she wants to BE company.]

[Private]

[godsays]

Do you want to come?

[Private]

[youwillgotohell]

I don't know.

[Private]

[godsays]

The door's unlocked.

[Spam]

[youwillgotohell]

[She doesn't come right away, but eventually, she makes her way to his room. And instead of knocking, she lets herself in and looks around, closing the door quietly behind her.]

[Spam]

[godsays]

[ There's a rabbit, on the floor, now, sitting on a little pile of straw. There are a couple slices of apple next to her, one with a few nibbles taken from it.

The rabbit goes still, staring at Morgana.

Zane reaches down and picks her up, along with a handful of the green, fresh straw. ]

You came.

[Spam]

[youwillgotohell]

[Morgana cocks her head, staring at the creature, before her eyes shift up to Zane. She's seen its kind before, though not often - and more often, thrown over someone's horse.

She decides not to broach that again.]

Have you named it?

[Spam]

[godsays]

Her. Cassel did. Dani.

[ This one might be a little unique - it has a mane. Like a lion. Extra-fluffy.

He sets her and the straw on the bed, next to two pillows leaned against each other and against the headboard, making a little space inside and a refuge if she wants to run. ]

[Spam]

[youwillgotohell]

[whoops definitely unique. It makes her brows draw together just slightly. What is that fur about.]

She looks like a lion.

[Spam]

[godsays]

I don't think I've ever seen a lion.

But that's what she's called - a lion-haired bunny.

[Spam]

[youwillgotohell]

[She pauses, looking around before her eyes settle on some of the extra hay. Her eyes glow, and the pieces lift themselves, form the shape of a male lion and hover in the air between them.]

You can see why.

[Spam]

[godsays]

[ The pieces move - and he is much more interested in her, in the power, than he is in the shape of an animal he's never seen, that doesn't really matter to him. ]

...yes. I see.

[ Her eyes had glowed. It was beautiful. ]