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          Avidity takes comfort in dame’s actions as heels maneuver ever so naturally towards familiar’s home. It’s an odd time of day–the sun risen though a majority of town’s citizens laid in slumber even now. Spare too would often lay comfortably beneath wool long past this time… yet, an eager sense sends her marching towards companion’s home in hopes of a lively morning. 

Travels thus lead her positioned only inches beyond household’s barrier; comfort amongst said companion nearly bringing digits to impulsively turn knob to a dwelling not her own, but mind’s outcry reminds her that other’s sibling may not appreciate an unwelcome entering. Hence do digits curl, a fist hastily formed and almost immediately coming down upon timber.
 

                                                                                                                       { C'moooon… }