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Room 381: A random slushy hillside.
It was cold, though not unbearably so, though the way the slush squished against his toes made Wilykat wish the weather would just make up its mind already. Either snow for real, and he liked snow, or just melt already.
It was a quiet morning. Eerily quie- well, not really all that eerie. The birds were singing. The sun was out, even if it still couldn't decide what to do about the slush on the ground. And it wasn't like Mumm-Ra was about to pop out from behind a bush and scare him. But the lack of company as he walked from Point A (where they were staying) to Point B (where he was going to pick up supplies) was weird. It wasn't something that he used to. More than once he was about to say something to his sister, to the king, to Cheetara, before realizing…oh right, he was alone.
But hopefully he'd encounter someone who'd liven things up. Either that or he'd get there, get the stuff they needed, and get back because this quiet? Was weird.
It was a quiet morning. Eerily quie- well, not really all that eerie. The birds were singing. The sun was out, even if it still couldn't decide what to do about the slush on the ground. And it wasn't like Mumm-Ra was about to pop out from behind a bush and scare him. But the lack of company as he walked from Point A (where they were staying) to Point B (where he was going to pick up supplies) was weird. It wasn't something that he used to. More than once he was about to say something to his sister, to the king, to Cheetara, before realizing…oh right, he was alone.
But hopefully he'd encounter someone who'd liven things up. Either that or he'd get there, get the stuff they needed, and get back because this quiet? Was weird.