Open The Bilge In The Bucket Lute in the Bucket

[Pomodu lu Modokunomulo]

Pomodu turned as Asta gestured at a beast in the doorway. Her eyes lit up, immediately imagining this beast as a new friend. "You ah furen'du?" she inquired, approaching the frozen fox. She smiled wide and offered her outstretched arms. "Hu'gu?"

 

[Till Dupré]

After offering applause to the musician marteness, Till could not help but turn toward the door to see whom Asta was inviting to play. The poor fox was looking right at Till, clearly stricken. They had tried to prepare themselves for this as much as other expected prejudices, but fear of her was still something Till was not used to handling. They had not been among non-woodlanders much. What were they even called as a collective? She couldn’t very well call them vermin anymore. What a horrible word.

Till watched with some concern as her new large friend made to accost the fox. She raised a paw as if to stop Pomodu but did not want to cause more of a scare. Till resolved to cup their paws together and backed off to perch upon the sturdiest looking stool they could find. Perhaps if she looked smaller this todd would be less anxious.​

 

[Silvertongue Songfox]

There was a ringing in his ears. Muffled voices. Silvertongue's gaze was ripped away from the badger as this... curious looking beast, approached him. Her appearance was enough to snap him out of the onset of a panic attack. His fear gave way to utter confusion. He had never seen a beast like this, and her broken words further fueled his theory she was from some faraway land. He did understand the words 'friend' and 'hug'. Admittedly, she looked like an excellent hugger. Maybe this was something from her culture, or perhaps she was just being friendly. Regardless, he felt the tension leave his body as he allowed himself to fall into her arms, hugging her tightly. "Wow... you are so soft and fluffy..." Silvertongue said softly, feeling his stress melt away.

 

[Pomodu lu Modokunomulo]

Pomodu enveloped the fox in her warm embrace for a few more seconds before slowly setting him down. "Betteh now," she proclaimed, smiling down at him. "No moh sa'du. You pulay?" She pointed to his instrument, raising her brows, then pointed to stage. "She pulay. You pulay togedeh?"