Since her morning was completely shot and she was feeling rather out of sorts, Elise was seriously considering turning around and spending the rest of the day in her room. Then she remembered that it technically wasn’t her room any more. The ranger stood on the front porch of the guild hall, just outside the double doors, and looked out over their base of operations. She told herself she should go back inside and pack, but her feet wouldn’t cooperate. Instead, they started leading her off toward the stables.
When Elise reached the stables, Ichigo was standing at one of the stalls, over which a curious horse-bird was peering at him. The horse bird clicked its tongue inside its beak, reaching its neck out toward the leafy vegetable the cleric was offering it.
“There we are, Wordsworth.” th
