[ she doesn't immediately leave the house. after all, she's herded her share of new feathers. they rarely came with all the clothing they needed, so buffy shoves some warm, soft-fabric'd sweats into a backpack and rolls up a spare jacket on top of that. she tosses in a few granola bars. a bottle of water. some mittens.
and...and the girl would need something for her feet. yeesh. sizing made all the difference when it came to footwear. buffy settles for a pair of forgiving fluffy slippers. the snow would ruin them but there would at least be one barrier between this new feather's feet and the rest of the world.
with that, she's out the door. the walk to the tunnel's mouth isn't a short one, but it doesn't take her all that long to reach it. from that point onward, it's a simple case of carefully picking her way through the murky tunnel. ]
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and...and the girl would need something for her feet. yeesh. sizing made all the difference when it came to footwear. buffy settles for a pair of forgiving fluffy slippers. the snow would ruin them but there would at least be one barrier between this new feather's feet and the rest of the world.
with that, she's out the door. the walk to the tunnel's mouth isn't a short one, but it doesn't take her all that long to reach it. from that point onward, it's a simple case of carefully picking her way through the murky tunnel. ]
Alex? [ she calls, now and then. ]