Long Patrol


long patrol, torniquet

Starr Torniquet, also known as Torrey, was having a good cry. There was nobeast around, after all.

“Oh, lawks,” she muttered. “Me, a grown hare, sobbing like… like!” Hiccups drowned out the rest of her sentence. “Right,” she muttered. “That’s enough, Torrey. Keep it t’gether.” Trying out a smile, she skipped up the few steps to the forge level.

“H’i say, M’lud, it’s Torrey. Good morniing.”



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