The Lion Stalks the Savannah

[ the voice recorder function clicks on by accident. in the background, a whine could be heard (Cyn, Cynda?) ]

...How did you get out? (Hyne, I have no time for this. What am I? A Child?)

Whatever, back in the... whatever this thing is called.

[ (Cyndaquill! Quill, Cyn Da Cynda Quill!) ]

Tch. I told you already. I prefer to travel alone. Now get.

(It's bad enough you keep insisting on following me every single time I try to get rid of you...)

[ (Cyndaquilll!!) ]

...Stubborn brat.

[ a louder thud followed by a groan of aggravation (and maybe a grunt of pain too?) ]

Cyn Cyn Da, Cyndaquill. Cynda.

Fine, fine, do what you want. Just keep quiet or I'll throw you into the nearest body of water I find. (Not my day, seriously so not my day. Thought things would get better after the Conflict... Guess not.)

Quill, Quill!

[ ...a low rumble (maybe a purr; do Rodents purr? ...Whatever, if they do--that's what you're hearing) of delight and if nuzzling had a specific sound, it's happening now ]

Stop that!


[ voice feed cuts off ]