WHO: Opal & Steve (Bingo #20) WHEN: Day 3, afternoon WHERE: Pet Shop WHAT: Opal is being nosy as usual. WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Incomplete
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Opal had a way of slipping past people for as loud and clunky as she was. She could also be very quiet and stealthy. That’s how she often had to be when guests arrived at the Barns. Quiet and unnoticed, which was how Opal managed to sneak away from Adam and Ronan again.
The compound, whoever was in charge, had gifted her personal effects - her sweater, that was a few sizes too big for such a little dream thing, stopped just at her knees. Boots, that were also large for her little hooves, hid the rest of legs. Each step slightly wobbled, but she had become skilled at running with them. A knitted beanie that was probably the only thing that fit snug on her and it kept her unruly hair pressed down onto her head.
And, lastly, her jar of fireflies. No, they weren’t real fireflies, if you took a closer look at them. They were little balls of dream light darting around the jar. Flickering much like a firefly. She had a little swarm of them. And she’d open her jar so that they’d burst in someone’s face; Opal found it amusing.
The jar was closed and she hugged protectively as she traipsed through her block. There was much to see and much to do and Opal was always afraid of missing out on things that she ought not to miss out on which, to her, was everything. Through her aimless wandering, she’d find herself at the pet shop.
“Oh,” she breathed out, blue eyes wide like saucers. Opal crept in, looking at the plethora of animals on display.