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fandomtownies2011-12-04 10:07 am
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The Gig, Sunday
Helplessness was not a feeling Firekeeper was accustomed to. Or very fond of (as if anyone really was). Unfortunately, a lack of reading skills meant there was really nothing she could contribute to any sort of research effort, so she was left at loose ends, frustrated and annoyed.
Hopefully distracting herself with the routine tasks at the stables would help a little. So, she and Blind Seer went to work as usual, perching on a hay bale as they chatted with the horses.
Hopefully distracting herself with the routine tasks at the stables would help a little. So, she and Blind Seer went to work as usual, perching on a hay bale as they chatted with the horses.

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Since he couldn't bring himself to put up a picture of Tahiri, he had the duty to tell her about Tahiri's fate in person.
"Firekeeper?" he called as he stepped into the stables and shoved memories of the many times he'd met up with Aravis here firmly out of his mind.
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When had that happened?
"I have some, um, bad news to share."
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She did the only thing she could; threw back her head and howled. A moment later, Blind Seer joined in.
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He'd felt like howling a bit himself when he'd heard the message.
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The thought Why the heck does Fandom have a pork store was somewhere in her head, but not exactly taking up much space considering the circumstances.
"Hey," she said quietly as she rounded the corner into the stables. It wasn't like she needed to be loud for either of the wolves, and quiet suited her mood.
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"I'm so glad you're still here and safe," Francine said, because while she could beat around the bush with the best of them, that wasn't a topic she wanted to dance around.
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"Arthur and Merlin are here too." She felt the and Katchoo part was too obvious to say, since if she weren't, it would be a very different Francine standing there, assuming she would have made it out of her hotel room at all.
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"And everyone come here, but how do we know this place is safe?" she wondered.
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So maybe the more honest answer was, "It's still here."
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She'd considered shifting and doing some serious howling of her own.
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She shook her head. "I hate feeling helpless."