[There was no end to the indignities that Dahlia had suffered-- and it was only a slight consolation to her to not be dead anymore. Slight. But to be thrown into some sort of game? She had been tempted to get rid of the stick, but it had come in handy, and surprisingly so. She'd never known small animals to be... quite so aggressive towards her.
She'd play along, she supposed. She wasn't happy about that, either, but she could manage. She'd moved along fast enough before she finally saw a non-animal figure. It was her first instinct to put up appearances as soon as she could be observed. However, as she got closer, she realized she recognized that person.
Phase II
She'd play along, she supposed. She wasn't happy about that, either, but she could manage. She'd moved along fast enough before she finally saw a non-animal figure. It was her first instinct to put up appearances as soon as she could be observed. However, as she got closer, she realized she recognized that person.
She paused.
And then, coolly.]
Iris, what on earth are you wearing?