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Headlines "Warmth" by annananana “Oof, this is tough work. I’m a seamstress, not a lumberjack.” “It’d go faster if you’d let me help!” “Sorry, Zou, but I trust you with an axe about as far as I can throw you.” “Hey! I’m gonna be a Battledome Champion! I can use an axe!” Lifting a paw, Velserica wipes at her plush brow. Her sister’s protests fall mostly on deaf ears as she readies the tool in her grasp and swings it down once again, splitting another log in half. Usually, this task for the Winter Celebrations falls to their brother, but since he’s across the planet for the holidays, she’s picking up the slack. She’s just never realized how much of a workout chopping wood is before now. Her brother deserves more praise for being able to effortlessly knock the task out in such a short time. “Are you listening, Vel?!” Ah, right. “Yes, yes. You’re a super tough future Battledome Champion–” “Don’t patronize me!” “–but I’m still not giving you an axe.” “Uhhhhhhgh!” A smirk splits her lips. Zouji really is growing up so fast, but that whiny kid is still very present and alive within her. It’s almost a little comforting. Almost. “One more log should do it. Then you can show me just how strong your lessons at the Swashbuckling Academy are making you by helping me get these inside,” Velserica soothes with an undertone of snark that only an...
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