ORIGIN - Yo, Can I Have A Caesar salad? Stabbed.

OOC: Sorry so late! Hope you can still find this <3

By the time they’d got to Eridanus, Peggy was pink in the cheeks. Imp had made it quite clear that he had no trust whatsoever in her navigational skills. By now the whole damn world knew that she could not find her way through these tunnels! Unless they were deaf. Which hopefully, was a common condition here.

“See. We made it ye wee yellow-bellied cur.” The lamb clops in from between two thick bushes. He hadn’t lied, there was a lot of plants. Lush life just springing from the ground, the earth impregnating the air with the thick scent of it. Within her veins there was a rush. As if her magic were stardust on the surface of her skin. Her skin felt like it were set a flame. Ruby-pink eye scans the wet, wild world. She stops at a clearing, sitting down to rest, her rump just flopping down on the floor in the most unladylike gesture ever. “Now. I wants grub.”

Sass sass sass.

@Imp

"Because I toldja where to go," Imp scoffed loudly. He was waddling along behind, with an odd shuffling gait consisting of the thrust of short hind legs, and the drag of long, winged forelimbs. His squat, gargoyle-like body dragged behind him his ridged alligator's tail, his permanently-grinning face peering around.

"Well, this is it. You can eat here, I guess, or try your magic out. Posies out of butts or whatever sorta magick sorcerer you're gonna be," he added, grinning.

I still don't know what 'squiffy' means but I think she just made that up, and who cares, anyway.

Imp hauled himself into the jungle a bit further, then turned, spreading short and stubby wings and flap-leaping up onto a tree trunk. He hauled himself up, and then out onto a sturdy branch, where he settled down to laze. "So what's your plans?" he asked idly, stretching out and yawning. It had been a long walk, and he hated walking. It was time to rest, now, and to chat. The sheep, he saw, was already doing the "resting" bit, her rump flat on the ground.

He wondered if she'd turn out to be just boring, like the rest, sitting and eating and pooping and doing little else, or if she'd turn out to be as fun as he'd hoped... as mischievous.

@Peggy