[ Four frontward limbs wave the young cavalier on her way as Cristabel hovers, waiting until Gideon is well on her journey before she flits off in search of her unhappy necromancer.
When she receives the message days later, it is that same necromancer that reminds her who it came from, and helps her pick a place to tell the nice girl. She even holds the box of treats in her lap as Cristabel investigates the donuts (powdered coats her slight fluff, glazed sticks to her uncurled tongue), clambering all over them and making just a little bit of a mess of herself.
(No matter how much Cristabel asks, her necromancer won't touch them. She says that they're just for her, and Cristabel doesn't know how to explain.)
Thank you! Cristabel sends back, with an up close view of the topography of baked goods she is happily nestled in. ]
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When she receives the message days later, it is that same necromancer that reminds her who it came from, and helps her pick a place to tell the nice girl. She even holds the box of treats in her lap as Cristabel investigates the donuts (powdered coats her slight fluff, glazed sticks to her uncurled tongue), clambering all over them and making just a little bit of a mess of herself.
(No matter how much Cristabel asks, her necromancer won't touch them. She says that they're just for her, and Cristabel doesn't know how to explain.)
Thank you! Cristabel sends back, with an up close view of the topography of baked goods she is happily nestled in. ]