When The Stars Died

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In the morning, they listened carefully for any troops, then Pandora pushed away the boulder and they went their separate ways, after revealing the cave, of course. The plan was to spend half the day foraging or fishing, then meeting at the river to be brought back to the cave.

Pandora, Thalia and Fiercefur made their jolly way to the beautiful river slowly, Thalia showing off her shape shifting skills. She changed into all sorts of things-an eagle, a squirrel, a tree, and a mouse.

Then she experimented with only some parts of her body changing, giving herself long auburn hair, then a tomboy black quiff, and then, much to Pandora's awe, morphed her own blonde locks into a beautiful fishtail plait.

"How long can you hold that for?" Pandora asked, under the impression it was just an illusion Thalia's powers were casting.
"Maybe you don't understand. I'm just making my body shape change, not the image of it. This is permanent stuff. Aw, this is so cool."

For the rest of the walk to the river, Thalia amused herself by making all kinds of wacky blonde hairstyles. A mohawk, a fauxhawk, a close cut military style shave, elaborate ringlets, extremely long and straight, and a beautiful updo of closely done curls plastered to her scalp. In the end, she left it at a simple, messy bun on top of her head.

"This is the best thing ever. No more pimples! No more hairy legs! No more fat rolls! Too bad I can't manipulate my smell. Haven't had a shower in two years, after all. But I've used this river to bathe..."

"Is the water clean? Or have you used it to scrub indescribable places?" Pandora smirked.

"This river is so clean washing detergent is jealous."

"This river, is so clean, drug addicts wish they were this clean."

"This river is so clean, that it makes me want to say the word clean over and over again. Clean. Clllllean. Cleeeeeaaaaan. Cleannnn. Clean. Oh, now it sounds funny." Thalia huffed.

"Shut up. Let me talk to Fiercefur—oh, did I tell you? I can talk to animals, just like Skeeter." She stuck out her tongue.

Fiercefur, here's the river. Hop right in, get fishing!

Fiercefur growled happily and waded into the water, standing stock still on her back legs and peering into the water intently.

"What is going on with you and Skeeter?" Thalia asked, sitting down on the rock Pandora and Sleeter had sat. "You two boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"Why do you want to know? You killed him!" Pandora cried, settling down next to her.

"Jesus Christ, I'm sorry! Can I live?" She sighed.

"Only if Skeeter can." Pandora smirked again.

"I won't try it again! And I've talked with Reditirisus, and he said Skeeter's a great guy."

"Reditirisus? Oh, Joe. I keep forgetting that Joe's not his name."

"I like Joe better, actually. Easier to say."

"Yeah, Skeeter came up with that."

"So, what's your deal? Dating? Ex-boyfriend? In lurrrve?"

"No no and no. Wow, you suck at this. Let's play something else! Why don't we try fishing?"

"Ay! Don't you dare change the subject on me! Now that all is forgiven and yet not forgotten, I want a girlfriend that I can talk about girly stuff with... Pwease? Just for the apocalypse?"