aya lifted her head to the wind, savoring the sweet aroma of blooming flowers as the breeze carried her to the drop point. she had explored most of the settled areas of PE – finding them unbearably crowded – and planned to avoid the drop point as well. the idea stuck for about 2 weeks.. until she overheard a crowd talking about the next drop. she wished to partake in the travel planning, or the excited laughter and bustle. but.. maya always felt too shy to approach them. a friendly wave or a short nod was the most interaction she had with them.

she tracked them mostly, a small band of 5 people. they were terribly slow, and made a mess wherever they camped. it frustrated maya endlessly, and she nearly vomited having to clean their… toiletries left behind. she wished someone would confront them, anyone but her. it took these people 3 days to travel from nemus to the drop point, and maya was almost happy about it. she hefted her bag – filled to the brim with garbage – and walked determinedly to the cargo boxes.

maya’s hand brushed over the firm plastic crates that contained untold treasures. curious, she lifted the lid to a rather small box, blinking furiously at the two shiny pistols that glowered at her. oh this is the kind of stuff people bring? what savages. where were the people who wanted to be peaceful and free, take care of nature and smoke weed in the woods? maya snapped the lid shut, continuing her trek down the aisle of plastic boxes.

maya’s ears pricked when she heard a whine and then a furious yowl. atlas! he had grown slightly, making for a tight fit in his wire cage. he was still as handsome as ever – mostly long black fur with silver shoulders and chest, and his striking blue eyes were still bright. he didn’t seem dizzy or nauseous from the cyro – which was impressive as maya was out of commission for two days. atlas caught her scent, letting out another angry howl.

maya ripped off the door to his cage, effectively releasing the beast. the beast of licks and tail wags. atlas whined, wiggled and jumped around her as she showered him in pets. exploring wasn’t the same without him – they were pretty much soul mates. maya straightened, feeling awkward as she realized people were looking at her. cheeks flushing in embarrassment, she rushed to the passenger pod to hide, atlas running at her heels.

elia trudged by herself to the drop point, feet barely dragging across the parched grass that shriveled into sand. her spirits were almost as high as she was! she had spent majority of the morning examining the various mushrooms of nemus with great success. similar to the magic mushrooms of earth, the new one she found living within the trees provided the user great visual effects.

celia waved her hands through the air as she approached the drop point, creating pictures with the tracers her hands left behind. hues of blue and green were more intense, giving her profound emotional reactions. however something caught her attention when she approached – a scuffle of some kind? she heard a distinct canine howl. could it be her kubo and eve?

sneakily, the woman slithered past crates and propped her head from behind the cargo pop, seeing a rather sheepish looking girl rush in with a wolfdog at her heels. nope, not her mastiffs. rolling her eyes, she slinked off in search of the box she knew was here. celia could feel it before she opened the box – her revolvers! with a wide grin that made her ears wiggle, she tore through the bubble wrap – stuffing some in her pockets for later – and brandished both shiny chrome weapons.

celia spun them in her hands, relishing in the feeling of being armed and dangerous again. technically speaking she was always kinda dangerous, but now she could SHOOT someone. she spun, testing her dexterity and pretend shooting at pretend targets, completely unaware of those around her.