Day 18
"Sigh, another Day spent sitting in one spot playing Mosquito man," Aoni mused while collapsing on the ground and curling up into a ball. Although today was quite monumental, as it marked the end of his working with Grade-7 Energia, that didn't make him feel any better.
Even watching the numbers tick up subtly had lost its luster in Aoni's eyes. Really, the only thing he wanted to do was leave the wildlands and return to his Territory.
Talking to Nyria through the LoS was fine and dandy, and while she was a large, if not the biggest, part of why he wanted to return to the Cavern, he was completely done with sleeping on the floor every day and sharing a space with Glacia.
It was utterly impossible to count the number of black eyes and bruises he'd gotten each night, and he was just ready to have his own bed back.
Speaking of the floof, she was having the time of her life. Every day is a new adventure, but what more could you expect from the chaotic little ball of fluff?
