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[color=bc8dbf][h3][center]~Charlotte LaChance~[/center][/h3][/color]
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Whatever Cait was doing, Charlotte was hardly interested in it. She was content to pout, glare, and sulk until Cait was satisfied with her being nibbled on my forest creatures. Whatever she was doing though, was obviously some sort of...chemical reaction. Alchemy of some sort? That is what it looked like, and despite Charlotte's annoyance she was a bit curious as to what the smoke was doing. It didn't seem to be harmful, and Cait was playing a fairly...relaxing tune.

In fact, it was getting a little...difficult to think. And that terrified Charlotte. It was brief, though, very brief.

But that fear was quickly suppressed by whatever this thick smoke was doing, and Caits flute playing. It definitely had some sort of mental effect, but Charlotte couldn't place what exactly it was. Any sort of complex or complicated thoughts were deadened, locked away behind some sort of...fog. In fact, Charlotte didn't even seem to be paying attention to Cait. She was too busy trying to think.

[color=bc8dbf]"H-huh?"[/color] Cait's words snapped Charlotte out of her thoughts, or at least, out of her trying to reclaim them. She looked over to the rabbit, frowning slightly at the creature with a small glare. She expected it to waltz up and start nibbling on her shoe. What she hadn't expected was for the rabbit to start speaking. She looked from the rabbit, then to Cait, then back to the rabbit. She had been drunk before. She had accidentally gotten high a few times off of some fumes. But never in a million years had she ever heard one speak. It took a moment for Charlotte to fully process this though, and ended up staring at the rabbit for a few seconds.

[color=bc8dbf]"E-eeeh?! D-did that rabbit just talk!?"[/color] Charlotte jumped up, moving swiftly back a few seconds as if she had just been confronted by some sort of demon. She looked back to Cait.

This...this wasn't right. Animals didn't talk. That was...impossible. She turned her head to Cait, and instead of seeming her normal serious self, she looked more than a little distressed.

[color=bc8dbf]"A-animals do [i]not[/i] talk!"[/color] Was she going crazy after all this time? No, no, it was likely that smoke or whatever it was Cait had done. It obviously had some sort of psycho...psychost...mind-altering effects.

That was not okay, and she might just smack Cait for this. Her knowledge and mind was one of the few things she had in this world she allowed herself to feel happy and a small amount of pride over. She would [i]not[/i] take anyone messing with that lightly. 

[color=bc8dbf]"Cait, what did you do to me?!"[/color] It would be increasingly clear to Cait that Charlotte was becoming less and less okay with whatever this was by the second.