On a hot afternoon, the trio of wermz encounters something odd...In the heat of the day, the trio of wermz clambered over baked cement slabs, dodging searing-hot cables, barely making conversation. They huffed and puffed, helping to haul each other over treacherous piles of once-foundation and at-one-time walls.
Inia sought futile shade under her outstretched wings. "Why did we decide to go out in the heat of the day?"
Guilla and Pennyroyal flopped on the cracked pavement beside her.
"Because," Pennyroyal started, "This morning there was a huge duststorm, and this evening we're going to Buckle's for Donny's surprise party."
"I know, I know. Still, it's too hot out," Inia replied.
"I kind of like it," Guilla said, stretched out, letting their leaves bask.
Before Inia could retort, a small scuttling blur caught her attention. In a blink, Pennyroyal and Guilla had noticed it too--a fuzzy, dusty mass flittering between shaded spots underneath precarious piles of rubble. Inia called out to them, sliding down the concrete to catch up.
"Hey! Hey! Wait up a sec--"
The tiny scamp halted, turning towards the trio. They were puny, striped, and carrying bundles of clothing in their teeth and under their arm. A pair of red horns gleamed in the late afternoon light.
"Oh, hi!" They squeaked, greeting the group with a toothy grin.
"Are you lost, little one?" Pennyroyal asked gently.
"Nope! I'm not lost! I know
exactly where I'm going."
"And where is that?" Asked Guilla.
"To steal more stuff from Ronnie!"
As the trio blanched, the tiny terror took off once more, catapulting over the Ruins. A beat later, the chase was on.
(Officially adopting
werm #5809! Thank you so much! ;o;)