Chickadee had followed along behind Jagger, wandering from the snow-laden cliffs Eastward toward Glorall. She had not formally met anyone in Glorall aside from Tesseract; and so the nearer she and Jag came to the sea-side haven, the more apprehensive she began to feel. Perhaps it had not been wise to tell Jagger of Glorall when Chickadee's own place there was not even close to being anywhere near concrete. The last thing Chicky wanted to do was to put into jeopardy what little comfort she had managed to scrounge up.

But once again, it was simply a matter of letting fate take the wheel. Whatever happened would happen no matter what -- she was powerless in the grand scheme of things. The thought gave her a little comfort.

Chickadee kept her eyes on her new friend as they went, noting silently how cheerful the scarred female seemed to be. It was as if she had never known how to be cautious -- and perhaps this was true. Scars did not create themselves...

Still, Chickadee loved Jagger already -- her devotion to the female was one which can only be felt by the truly timid. Her adoration for Jagger, a representation of everything Chicky was not and had ever wanted to be, was built mainly on assumptions and superficial ideas about her new friend. But that did not make it any less powerful. In her eyes, Jag could do no wrong.

By the time the pair reached Glorall, a bleak darkness had crept in. Chickadee glanced upward, noting the lack of stars. A storm was headed their way.

They made their way to the sea shore, and Chicky watched with a grin as Jagger bounded and leapt playfully through the roaring waves. The auburn female hung back, making herself comfortable in the sand. She watched Jagger play, not having the confidence to join her in the cold water, and kept a nervous ear turned away in anticipation of their being discovered. She hoped it would be Tesseract who found them -- she had met no one else in Glorall, and she could not predict the outcome of any other confrontation.

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CHICKADEE
^{you're not alone}