misstrust | Blanca; catch-all

[ Dorothy knows better than to mob someone who's already being approached by no less than five different people. Understandable, she thinks, but she can wait.

And wait she does, though she doesn't exactly think to run into him in the kitchen, thankfully looking better than he had. Still... ]

Should you really be up and moving right now?

[ Exploration time continues!

Dorothy... can't check things out at her usual pace because. You know. Recovering stab wound, broken leg, crutches. But she'd like to think she's making fairly good progress, even as she pokes her head into the Gun Shop and blinks.

-- And then blinks again, because someone's already here. ]

Blanca!

[ She waves a crutch. ]

[Hello, hello.

He asks Dorothy to meet him in one of the gazebos in the flower gardens of the pink castle, the one in the northern area. He's lounging back against the railing behind him with his arms stretched out on it.

At the door of the gazebo, a very good boy greets Dorothy with a wag of his tail.]

[ Dorothy sits on the edge of one side of a pier, legs dangling (one at more of an awkward angle than the other). She's currently engrossed in wrapping bandages around a bloody gash at her temple, but looks over her shoulder upon hearing footsteps. ]

Ah, there's my other half.

[ Hey, Blanca. There's a knock at your door!

And a Dorothy leaning wearily against her crutches outside of it! ]

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