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Korya's ears were starting to get tired out. Flattening with embarrassment, perking with pride, swivelling like a confused party-goer who had just arrived to find no-one to take their coat and no idea where or who the host was... She just hunkered down - which is to say stood on tip-paws - and...

Korya's bandages dampened. She continued to burble and blubber, mewing out noises that were hardly words. She found her footpaws again, and pulled away from Mälikä to once again wrap her arms around Boggy, then Swifttail, catching the fox after a few missed swipes through the air. "Thank you,"...

Korya had spent the last several hours exploring. Touching everything, asking the air questions that sometimes were answered, sometimes unheard. She hadn't truly planned on joining the Navy, but it seemed like a fun adventure to partake of. One could always just stop being in the Navy whenever...

Korya twitched. Had everybeast had their turn pawing at her like she was a sack of potatoes? Hopefully. She sat up, patting at the vest around her, and slipped her arms through the holes properly. Better than nothing to hide her waterlogged fluff. The wind was nice and invigorating after a good...

"Left! LEFT! M'LEFT!" Like a siren's call, Griblo's voice pierced the water. Korya adjusted her positioning, striking out to her left. Miss! She pulled her body further, swinging her arms as far as they would reach. Whiff! Did he say my left, or his left? By the time she twisted around to...

"Itadakimasuuuu!" Korya cried, banging her fists on the counter. The scrape of plate and smell of food let her know it was time. She poked and prodded in front of her with her chopsticks, tapping the edges of the plate, finding her way around all the things on it... And then promptly threw the...

So the rumors were true. Korya took a moment to process. BY THE RED BLOODIED FANGS OF SAMPETRA THE SEA GODDESS, THE HARROWING TALES OF DIABOLICAL KRAKENS IN BOUILLABAISSE HARBOR HAD COME TO LIFE TO SNUFF HERS IN HER PRIME! The tentacle wrapped about her, pulling her in fates knew what...

Korya burbled happily alongside Griblo as she worked, guided by the ferret as to which ropes to pull, which knots to undo. It was all meaningless busywork to her - she couldn't picture the sails above their heads as anything more than some loud sheets being hung up to dry. Squeals of pulleys and...

Korya flailed about as her plan to be the hero unravelled. It was the shock that kept her still so long - the shock of being beastpawdled like a porcelain doll again, passed from beast to beast like a dibbun. The dangers of being tiny... "For goodness sakes, stop picking me up, I'm not some...

"You gotta be careful though," Korya mused, "with salt-of-the-earth types. Salt in the earth means you can't grow stuff there. So I get it. You want to make them less un-growy by giving them a great meal! It's very wise, and you've picked the perfect noodle chef! No one who has tasted my noodles...

Korya froze under the pier. Stolen bag? Was she the thief? Couldn't be, it had bonked her not the other way around... She held still and kept listening. She knew one of the voices, Griblo. They bunked near enough on the ship, ran into each other sometimes during training. So this... might be...

Korya wobbled. Specifically, she wobbled towards the voices, and bellowed: "Miiiisterrrr Booogggyyyyy! Missssterrr Swifferrtails! I'm so sorrrrry, thank yoooou." She wrapped her arms around the rat, squeezing tight and burying her face into his belly. "You've been soooo kind... patient...

Korya and Cryle both clamped paws over their ears to protect their sensitive hearing from the cheers, but Korya threw her voice into the crowd with a fierce roar - as fierce as she could make it, anyway. Waiting for the beasts around them to thin out some so they could get to their stations...

Korya toddled along with Anastasia, her fur gradually settling again. Sushi was... no eggroll, but as long as there were Future Eggrolls, it was a consolation of sorts. Though Korya felt no introduction was truly necessary - sushi and her were kithood friends, after all. But she kept this to...

As the odd little troupe set off, leaving Noodle Street behind with a nearly-visible scent-trail of spice in their wake, Korya's ears flicked all about. Her mind was split half between the feel of the stones beneath her bare footpaws and the conversation of her helper-customers, as well as...