Another Way

Chapter 7: Spectacle

With Sundance giving Sue a psychic hand to help her get back on her feet, the party could get going, Joy left somewhat confused at what was going on until the psychic in the room made an effort to pass the knowledge about the upcoming feast to her, the little creature left torn between being thankful for that information and still being rather obviously afraid of the tall fox- instead choosing to cling to the just as tall martian.

Two little critters keeping as close as possible up to Sue as she hobbled onwards sounded like a recipe for someone getting bonked with a crutch, but Joy and Spark alike seemed to be pulling it off without any incidental injuries.

"Sho, this feast, how will it look like?"

Sundance glanced back at Sue from her spot at the head of their little party, giving her a soft smile before trying to lay it out-

"Well, from our perspective, those who can help the Elders and cooks in bringing the food to all the hungry mouths, those who can't take a seat somewhere comfortable, and once the meals are dispensed out, the show begins."

Sue had to wonder whether she'd fall into the former category even without a busted leg to hinder her, what with her physical arms being rather feeble and mental arms still being quite underdeveloped, to put it extremely lightly.

"The show?"

"You'll see~"

Sue wasn't sure how to respond to the tease, but if even Sundance wasn't giving her a straight answer, then it was probably gonna be a spectacle she didn't want spoiled. Though, one detail did stand out to her afterwards-

"Are you not on the Eldersh Council?"

"Not anymore. I've already had my share of bickering in this life."

She didn't really think of a position like that as one that someone could just leave, but she supposed it only made sense in hindsight.

In not too long, they had arrived at the plaza bordering the edge of the woods, seeming to be filled with all manner of creatures just as densely as it was this morning, though more concentrated to only one half of it, the other looking like it was intentionally being left empty. Tables were spread evenly across the worn down grass, with empty spaces in between being taken up by groups of creatures sitting in circles, most of them looking like their anatomy wouldn't have let them use a table all too well to begin with.

Though, there was that one famous painting of dogs playing poker, so what did she know anyway.

Spotting 'their' table turned out to be much easier than expected, mostly by the virtue of Comet already sitting there, presently being distracted by the ghostly prankster that had spooked her yesterday, Hazel if her memory still held, through the process of repeated acts of peek-a-boo involving the intangible one phasing their face through the bench the infant was sitting at.

Comet seemed to be loving it though, at least if his elated squeaks were anything to go by.

"Oh, there you all are! And here I was starting to think I'd have to go grab you all- how's Crutches doing?"

Even when she could understand it through Sundance's aid, Hazel's voice was still as creaky and whispered as she remembered it, not to mention spoken much faster than she thought it'd be, to the point where she had almost overlooked the moniker she had apparently been granted- but only almost, getting ready to speak up for herself before Willow unknowingly cut her off-

"She's doing all good Hazel, and you know full well that's not her name~"

"Yeah but it's not like she's telling us her actual name any time soon eh?"