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Apricity scratched at her ears. So the cards weren't representative of money, after all... or just not in this game? "Alright," she said. "So now ve play... put down card..." She placed the Eight of Daggers down face-up, and looked up at Herman with an expression of a kit who had just used the...

Eight, seven... fifteen... Easy enough. One or eleven? Why would anybeast choose one? Larger numbers were better, right? But then why would there be subtraction at all - was it some kind of trick? It had to be. There was always a trick with games. Like "Build the snap-jaw trap out of the parts...

Apricity's muzzle crinkled. In an instant, her demeanour had changed. The aloofness, the sass, the despondent rage, all vanished as a sudden coughing fit overtook her. A coughing fit which, at first, was entirely unconvincing, her paws rising to hide the silly grin breaking out on her face -...

A sense of relief washed over Apricity - at least mentally. So there was a word for it, and enough beasts thought like this that it wasn't something radical to be embarrassed by... "Yes," she said. "Somesink like dzat. Survivink lists." Not for the first time, she considered her life on the...

Apricity stared in rapt fascination, eyes widening, as Herman shuffled the cards. She had never seen anything like it. The closest, maybe, had been her older sister juggling knives. But that had been, at most, five largish objects. This was a whole stack of little papers, and he was ruffling...

Apricity stared blankly, head tilted back towards the ceiling. She stopped in her sewing as she thought hard, searching her memory for any mention, anything at all, of where she had come from. She realized she had no bloody clue. Giles hadn't bothered to ask such questions, nor had any of his...

Apricity paused in her sewing at the mention of singing, then quickly resumed. A shared interest, but not one she felt she was quite ready to explore with another beast. She felt as though her practice had proven results, but she was still embarrassed at hearing her own voice half the time. A...

Apricity hiccuped miserably, still hunched over herself as she just let it all out as quietly as she could. She had not expected sympathy, anyway - she did truly not even know what it was. But the tears needed to come out, to be purged from the Lady she would show the rest of the crew. This...

"It passes time..." Apricity knelt carefully, leaning over the trunk. Immediately she stiffened, save for her tail which began to thrash wildly. She hissed. "Who! Who has been goink st'rew my dzinks?! You have no right! A lady's private belonkinks! My smallcloze, my... vhere is my...! Grk!"...

"Oohhh..." Apricity's ears flattened as she whirled about. She'd almost forgotten she wasn't alone down here. In her mind, her father was scolding her already. There is another animal in your trap, how do you forget that? "It's you..." There was no emotion in the statement; she hadn't formed...

Wherein Apricity Prim and Herman Lasachin Get Stuck in the Hold Overnight, With Possible Visits From Temerity Boudreaux Should She Choose To =-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Apricity couldn't sleep. It was all too much. She understood the little rat now. The island was a kind of paradise, compared to this. The...

Apricity watched the little weasel's antics with some amusement and, it must also be said, some horror. Perhaps, she thought, they could wait for another ship to come instead. Ugh, no, she'd have to take what she could get here. She did not quite know what was going on anymore. The rat had...

Apricity side-eyed the otter's approach, and then side-eyed the weasel's. And then side-eyed everybeast else. The rat was young, but surely had to be the leader of this little group. Perhaps the Captain of the ship? Her garb was extremely frivolous, no doubt a sign of her rank. And the way she...

"Villow," said Apricity, softly. "A good name. Is... stronk?" Was it? It sounded lanky and stringy. It was fitting, surely, but strong? Well, he'd survived whatever it was that brought him here. Maybe he was strong. Like her family. Strength wasn't bulk, it was endurance and willpower. Willow of...

"E...excuse me..." Apricity had turned, annoyed at first to be interrupted in dragging her jacks back out to the dance, but the frown faded as she beheld what was possibly the most beautiful pine marten jill she had ever seen. And that included the ones in mirrors. And this one had half her...