MTG Salvation

Erin trudges off towards.. Where? She looks up at Saffi, having no idea where she's supposed to go. And she STILL can't summon her friend.

It's almost like she's dragging herself out of the seat. Puppet on strings.

Most telling, though, are the tears. Silent. But they're there. Erin's being dragged away from a place she belonged. She fit! Her people!

Still. She goes.

There's a stare for a moment before the kitsune looks at the portal. And then at Sharp-ear. It's very quickly evident that she's about to shake her head. 'Problems' be damned, she's closer to family than she's ever been in her life!

The kitsune looks up for ak moment before nodding. Moving a lot slower.

Erin gives him a cheery grin. Unlike things like speaking with expressions, this is MUCH easier. And, as such, om nom nom.

Erin blinks mid-gulp. She looks at Sharp-Ear. Then she focuses a little bit of blue mana into her hand. The mana becomes chopsticks, and she starts copying Sharp-Ear's motions.

The kitsune just wolfs food down. Very hungry. Apparently, firing off a bow takes a lot out of you.

The day before was several months ago. What type of set up?

Erin stared. Before quickly moving to tear into as much as she possibly can. Ravenous. It's been a day of work.

Erin peers at the sky for a moment, looking confused. Time flies, apparently. She even taps her wrist and makes flapping gestures to convey this idea. Then nods. Her face, even more than last time, clearly conveys a statement. That is, Should I not eat before the next thirty seconds are through, I will be instead.

It's a slow thing. But at some point, she needs to stop. Reaching down to rub at her belly a little. Yes, it's lunch time. Right?

Erin looks at the bow, then takes it and the arrows. For quite a few hours, she continues to shoot. Taking breaks now and again to rest her arm. Trying to get a handle on it, to be consistent. She's getting better!

Erin rubs a little at her arm before nodding. Yeah, she can deal with that.

The mime deadpans a little before giving a slight shrug. She doesn't have any machinations right now.

Erin gives a shrug. Willing to do whatever.

Erin stands and stretches in ways that would make the eyes of several contortionist water. And then she nods. Time to do stuff.