Username: Xynthalium
User ID: 842609
Prompt:
Wumbie looked around, the world around her still a blur. Stumbling onto her feet, she realized. The pit was gone. They sealed it up.
The others around her were all waking up, reuniting with their families, or being lead over to Cedar.
Wumbie... did nothing. She noticed her beloved pen on the ground by her, and picked it up. At least she had that?
The pit was her only friend, though...
Wumbie sniffled, realizing just how truly alone she was. Other chicoons had family and friends running to them to greet them. Wumbie was alone. Until she heard someone shout her name.
"WUMBIE!! Wumbie, dear, are you alright?!"
She'd recognize that voice anywhere. It was
Host, her beloved girlfriend. She seemed worried. How long had Wumbie been gone?
"Oh, honey..." Host began to speak. "I heard a bunch of commotion over here, and saw your footprints leading the same way. Are you okay? Are you hurt? I was worried sick about you, you know! Come on, let's go home, okay?"
As she began to usher Wumbie home, Wumbie stopped.
"Can... can I stay for a little while? I want t-to say goodbye..."
Host nodded, gently nuzzling Wumbie. "Just make sure you come home soon, okay? I'll have some sweets waiting for you."
As Host walked away, Wumbie sat. She may not have the pit, but at least she has someone that cares. She closed her eyes, silently wishing the pit well.