(OOC: Eep, sorry if my post was unclear in anyway! The only things contained in the first bundle are Fionna's clothes and the food items. The duffel bag only has camping supplies. I figured it would be twinkish and easy if I found all the missing items for us on the first try. Bonni's stuff is still with Marceline who is just now getting back. Again, sorry for any confusion!)
⦅ What a haul! Marceline is feeling much better about herself, albeit not the situation herself, thanks to the success of her hunting trip. For some reason she has no doubts that the birds will serve their function, that Fionna and Bonni are a bit better off at camp. Speaking, or better yet thinking, of them she wonders just what they've been talking about since she's be gone? Then again, Marceline doesn't know Bonni to be the gossiping type. Well, at least not toward her or the dudes. With Lady Rainicorn all bets were off due to their being able to gab in Korean. Honestly, Marceline kind of envies that. It must be stupid fun, like a code language, used only between total best buds!⦆
⦅She is on her way back toward the camp, yes. However, she is a creature of impulse and opportunity--as many vampires are. Having once lived from one meal to the next she knows not to pass up any opportunities. Doubly so since, come morning, she will either be incapacitated or erring on the side of caution. Maybe she can ask those birds for an umbrella or some junk? Yeah, she'll do that! Picking her way along her previous path she only stops to snatch up what falls directly into her line of sight: More veggies and fruit. She is feeling rather awful for the pheasants she snatched up. She had made it a point to go after ones that limped or flew oddly due to wings that healed improperly. She hates with a passion taking anything without permission, especially life. Thankfully that mercy doesn't apply to fish that have run themselves ashore! Muttering a quick and respectful "thank you" she picks up a few (four) good sized fish that were twitching and flopping their last. She gave them a quick wash and gutting before packing them in leaves, she doesn't want Bonni's stuff to smell of dead fish!⦆
⦅She isn't too far away from camp now, walking along quickly since adding anything more to what she is carrying would make it super unwieldy. That is until she sees something, red and black, poking out of the snow just ahead. She sets the stuff on the ground near by and starts to dig. At this point she is finally feeling the cold, her fingers like thin blocks of ice. They're sore, sure, but she keeps digging! Pushing the snow out of the way with the sides of her hands she unearths her beloved red boots sitting atop of her favorite stripped sweater and worn in jeans! She takes a second to find a really long stick. Using a strand of her hair she ties the remaining spoils of her hunt to it and slings it over her shoulder.⦆
"Avian postal service just came! Thanks for the package; you saved our buns! I officially take back every last time I called you a butt (for now)! Thank you, Marceline, thank you!"
⦅She is close to enough to hear Bonnibel yelling, which nearly scares her out of her skin! Heaving a sigh of relief she fishes her stuff out of the snow, shakes it off and very quickly changes. All the while she is smiling to herself, her heart almost bursting with joy. Everything is going to be as close to alright as can be managed. Feel shoved into her boots, Marceline picks up her cargo and starts running for the clearing. Hopefully the pure joy on her face will be worked off by then and she can play it totally cool for her arrival!⦆
"Glad to hear it!"
⦅In typical Marceline fashion her voice comes first, drifting in on the wind and whistling between the trees. Her shadow, inky and thin, comes second crawling along the snow covered ground. Last, but not least, she appears from the thicket. In one hand she is holding onto a stick, the other has a crown sitting pretty atop Bonni's clothes. Marceline's answer is two fold, a single reply working for both Bonni's thank you and Fionna's feeling better.⦆
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⦅ What a haul! Marceline is feeling much better about herself, albeit not the situation herself, thanks to the success of her hunting trip. For some reason she has no doubts that the birds will serve their function, that Fionna and Bonni are a bit better off at camp. Speaking, or better yet thinking, of them she wonders just what they've been talking about since she's be gone? Then again, Marceline doesn't know Bonni to be the gossiping type. Well, at least not toward her or the dudes. With Lady Rainicorn all bets were off due to their being able to gab in Korean. Honestly, Marceline kind of envies that. It must be stupid fun, like a code language, used only between total best buds!⦆
⦅She is on her way back toward the camp, yes. However, she is a creature of impulse and opportunity--as many vampires are. Having once lived from one meal to the next she knows not to pass up any opportunities. Doubly so since, come morning, she will either be incapacitated or erring on the side of caution. Maybe she can ask those birds for an umbrella or some junk? Yeah, she'll do that! Picking her way along her previous path she only stops to snatch up what falls directly into her line of sight: More veggies and fruit. She is feeling rather awful for the pheasants she snatched up. She had made it a point to go after ones that limped or flew oddly due to wings that healed improperly. She hates with a passion taking anything without permission, especially life. Thankfully that mercy doesn't apply to fish that have run themselves ashore! Muttering a quick and respectful "thank you" she picks up a few (four) good sized fish that were twitching and flopping their last. She gave them a quick wash and gutting before packing them in leaves, she doesn't want Bonni's stuff to smell of dead fish!⦆
⦅She isn't too far away from camp now, walking along quickly since adding anything more to what she is carrying would make it super unwieldy. That is until she sees something, red and black, poking out of the snow just ahead. She sets the stuff on the ground near by and starts to dig. At this point she is finally feeling the cold, her fingers like thin blocks of ice. They're sore, sure, but she keeps digging! Pushing the snow out of the way with the sides of her hands she unearths her beloved red boots sitting atop of her favorite stripped sweater and worn in jeans! She takes a second to find a really long stick. Using a strand of her hair she ties the remaining spoils of her hunt to it and slings it over her shoulder.⦆
"Avian postal service just came! Thanks for the package; you saved our buns! I officially take back every last time I called you a butt (for now)! Thank you, Marceline, thank you!"
⦅She is close to enough to hear Bonnibel yelling, which nearly scares her out of her skin! Heaving a sigh of relief she fishes her stuff out of the snow, shakes it off and very quickly changes. All the while she is smiling to herself, her heart almost bursting with joy. Everything is going to be as close to alright as can be managed. Feel shoved into her boots, Marceline picks up her cargo and starts running for the clearing. Hopefully the pure joy on her face will be worked off by then and she can play it totally cool for her arrival!⦆
"Glad to hear it!"
⦅In typical Marceline fashion her voice comes first, drifting in on the wind and whistling between the trees. Her shadow, inky and thin, comes second crawling along the snow covered ground. Last, but not least, she appears from the thicket. In one hand she is holding onto a stick, the other has a crown sitting pretty atop Bonni's clothes. Marceline's answer is two fold, a single reply working for both Bonni's thank you and Fionna's feeling better.⦆