[h1][color=f2a19d]Wᴀᴄᴏɴɪᴀ Wʜᴇᴀᴛʟᴇʏ[/color][/h1][hr]
After making sure the young lady was settled in the Mayor's house, Waconia took her leave. The doctor had finally arrived, and so Waconia didn't have to worry about the mayor overwhelming the young one with his oddities. She felt a bit of responsibility for the girl in a way, not because she was motherly in any sense of the word but she did have a generous heart. During her walk home she pictured the girl as she stood up from the bed and fell so harshly. Her lips fell into a sad pout slowly before her stomach grumbled loudly and angrily. Waconia's slender hand quickly reached up to her tummy as the noise continued, her insides doing back flips. [color=f2a19d][b]"Uh.."[/b][/color] stopping on her walk before picking up her pace all the way back to her home above the bar. The Silver Fish would be closed for the rest of the night. Not even a small chitchatting from the squirrels could distract from the horrible horrible decision it was eating those cream puffs.


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[b][color=f8f1d4]SPRING: DAY 6[/color][/b][/right][hr][b]NORMAL DAY:[/b] [i]A normal spring day (01/06) Today is a relatively normal day in Valibree Village. A light rain has been falling since last night's sunset, and looks to turn into a full on storm later that night. Though the rain is a bit troublesome for some, The Goddess and her sprites are very joyful as the Earth soaks up it's delicious drink. [/i][hr]

[h1][color=f2a19d]Wᴀᴄᴏɴɪᴀ Wʜᴇᴀᴛʟᴇʏ[/color][/h1][hr]
Sundays were not the busiest days in Valibree, most people used it as a day of rest and relaxation. Waconia had been using this day to deal with her squirrel problems as per usual. The rain had made them particularly [i]frisky[/i]. [color=f2a19d][b]"Come on!"[/b][/color] she growled, a broom being whipped around furiously, the brush part swinging against the rafters of her upstairs loft. With a heavy upswing the end of the broom the handle stuck into a bit of drywall making the tool stuck tightly out of reach. Waconia could swear that the rodents were laughing at her, their squeaking taunting her. Giving up promptly, Waconia fed her useless feline and put on her rain coat before closing up the bar and heading towards the general store so she could buy herself another broom.