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"On the other hand, I found this (thankfully safe) body wash by Every Man Jack called "Crimson Oak" that smells GREAT. Y'know how most guy's stuff smells like Axe and all of it smells the same? None of that with this brand, thank god."
Finally. FINALLY that six weeks of misery was OVER. No more awful itching when she went for a flight, no sweeping three times a day to clean up the stray feathers. She turned in front of her mirror, preening and admiring the sheen and glimmer of renewed wings, how much brighter the patches of iridescent blue looked now.
She laughed softly to herself, even as she found her eyes drawn to the errant sparkle of the crystals hanging in the window in the other room. Anything flashy, bright, colorful...
Right.
Out with one misery and in with another totally different one.
"I was a little girl Alone in my little world Who dreamed of a little home for me.
I played pretend between the trees, And fed my house guests bark and leaves, And laughed in my pretty bed of green.
I had a dream That I could fly from the highest swing, I had a dream."
Deep breath in, deep breath out. She groaned under her breath and gave a beat of her wings to help move the cooler air of her apartment around her.
That "springtime misery" was in full swing and it would stay that way for a bit. Bright colors and sparkly things caught her eye ten times easier now, and seeing physical skill at work-- strength, speed, agility, what have you-- were even harder to ignore. (Another reason being around so many people was... tedious this time of year.)
"Easy, Sen. All this'll be over before you know it, just like the molting."
Did that keep certain pleasant thoughts from running through her head? Not in the slightest.
Senja rested her chin in her hand as she scrolled through her search results. This song had been requested more than a few times over the years, “Lullaby of Woe” from a book/video game series called The Witcher. Finding out the nature of the series itself had surprised her: it followed the adventures of a magic user and monster hunter called a Witcher. The song itself seemed to be a lullaby that a monster would sing to their own children in warning about these hunters.
It was an ironic recommendation indeed… one that she decided to follow through with. Who better to sing such a song than her?
It's with a heavy sigh that she falls back onto the nearest soft thing available, all but sprawled with her eyes shut.
"Work days like this make it WAY too tempting to go back to living in the woods full time."
She's picking all the walnuts out of this store bought trail mix. It was on sale, she got a good deal on it, but get that bitter bitter shit away from her cashews and dried fruit. >:((
Standing on the couch so it wouldn't drag on the floor, Senja held the colorful poncho up by the shoulders, sharp eyes scanning for the last time for anything she might've missed. It was looking much better, and still carried the same softness in the fabric. As far as she could tell, there wasn't a thread out of place. Not bad for a few days of repairs.
Was she allowed to feel some pride in how it turned out? …Yes, she decided as she carefully folded it up and slipped it into a bag. She'd give it back to Copperhead next time they met. (Pride in her work didn't stop the feelings of anxiousness, of course. She hoped he would like it.)
The next song she's covering is the theme from Unicorn Academy. It's short and sweet, and it won in the last poll.
A too-bright flash followed by a deafening crack of thunder had Senja ducking her head for a second, wincing before sucking in a calming breath.
"There's a million things around here that are a hundred times taller than me. I'm not flying. I'll be fine."
She still picked up the pace, though. Better to get home that much sooner.
Her throat is scratchy, and she's got a cough. Great.
She probably caught it at work... now she just has to decide whether to call out or grab a mask.
"Every time I see someone put PAM on their NONSTICK SKILLET, I die a little inside. Doing that wrecks the nonstick coating, you'd think people would read the little instruction card that comes with i--"
"Oh wait, most people don't read anything these days."
Oh she's thinking about the bicolor hair thing again. Maybe blue and purple like Margaret suggested...
But the desire to do so was tempered by the risk of making oneself more recognizable...
Even if she did work in a coffee shop and 75% of her coworkers had colored hair in some capacity.
She's currently sprawled on the kitchen floor. No wings, backless top. It's hot and the tile is cool (for the moment).
She's started watching the H.annibal series after seeing bits and pieces of it across her feed.
It's... interesting so far.
... this H.annibal series has a freaking cookbook.
... yes she wants it. She's curious.