The Stoat Insists
8 July 2025 14:02![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
themorbidsocialite For once, a guest did not have to find Tularemia. Instead, Tularemia found the guest, scampering up to the Tailor and immediately ramming into their ankle. She hissed as she grabbed the edge of their sock, tugging with all her might in the direction she came. There was nothing that could halt this courier from her self-appointed rounds; not rain nor sleet nor heat of day. If Tularemia decided that the Tailor was needed, then she would stop at nothing to retrieve the Tailor.
She was, though, wearing her new ribbon, so she may have had to pause to let that be applied, but her every pause ended eventually!
Tularemia had sprinted through hoards of hungry bats (perhaps snatching one as a snack in return), across puddles of moonish water with care, behind allies and away from cats, over rooftops and even across hats and heads. All to get to the Tailor.
She was, though, wearing her new ribbon, so she may have had to pause to let that be applied, but her every pause ended eventually!
Tularemia had sprinted through hoards of hungry bats (perhaps snatching one as a snack in return), across puddles of moonish water with care, behind allies and away from cats, over rooftops and even across hats and heads. All to get to the Tailor.