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[Voice]

[roseshavethorns]

No, no. I'll come to you. Meet me by the entrance.

[Because she doesn't want to lug this thing any farther than she has to.]

[stormandwind]

Tris is there, waiting, a book tucked under one arm and an intent, if not quite concerned, look on her face.

[roseshavethorns]

It's pretty clear why Rosethorn is in a mood as soon as she's in view; her arms are full of wiggling black fluff.

She gives her foster-daughter a long-suffering look. "Will you come take this before I drop it?"

[stormandwind]

Tris hardly needs the instruction. Her first instinct upon seeing Rosethorn carrying anything that's clearly a handful would be to reach out her arms. It's much more pleasant to reach for a fluffy puppy than a heavy basket, though.

"How in Mila's name did you wind up with a dog?" she asks. Not that she's complaining, mind you.

[roseshavethorns]

"Some rotten, entirely uncivilized little monsters had tied noisy bits of metal to its tail and were chasing it around." Rosethorn sniffs disdainfully. "I gave them some time to think about what they'd done."

...the area hadn't been that remote. Someone would find them and get them down from those trees. Eventually.

The puppy, meanwhile, squirms and pedals its feet, eager to be let down to run amok.

[stormandwind]

No running amok in the library, pup. Tris wraps her arms around the ball of fluff, scratching between its ears.

"I'm sure they'll appreciate that time." Very dryly, because if they're not hanging by their ankles in a well, they're certainly in a similar predicament. And they ought to be! More bitingly, she adds, "I hope they have a lot of it."

Then she looks down at the dog, musing, "I suppose this means you're ours now. Chime will be delighted." As if Tris isn't.

[roseshavethorns]

"As do I." Rosethorn may not actively like dogs (at least that she's willing to admit to), but she has no patience for the mistreatment of any animal, no matter how obnoxiously exuberant they may be.

"It is traditional to give gifts, this time of year. Apparently. I think this time, yours found me."

[stormandwind]

"I know you'd rather rescue a bird, but I'm quite fond of dogs. Thank you, Rosethorn." For bringing it home and letting Tris raise it. She's really missed Little Bear since she left him with Glaki at Discipline.

[roseshavethorns]

"I know you are." Rosethorn, of course, adored the big goofy dog as much as anyone, even if she didn't care for Little Bear's more exuberant displays of affection. But she knows she isn't the right person to be the main caretaker for an animal like that.

"You remember the rules for when it's in Discipline, I trust?"

[stormandwind]

"Yes, all the usual dog rules. It wasn't that long ago. I certainly haven't forgotten." Plus they're just common sense. She hardly needs to be told.

"Little Bear is back at Discipline, did I tell you? I left him there with Glaki last year."

[roseshavethorns]

"You might've said." Rosethorn isn't sure. There's been a lot going on since Tris arrived. "I'd never think to replace him. But I know you're happiest when you're collecting strays."

As if Rosethorn doesn't have those same impulses.

[stormandwind]

Tris presses her lips together on what obviously wants to be a smile. Rosethorn is right, even if the statement applies just as much to herself. "I suppose I am. And I really have missed having a dog."