 A Poop * k8 *
Ember was about to go get Aron--check the Greenhouses first, yes--when he came in.
Aron.
The lavender-eyed woman nodded at January as she took leave, and she just took in a deeeeep breath when Aron said the "D" word. "Yes--" she said quickly, moving back towards Harmony, her eyes wide with...sadness. And worry. She shot a quick glance at the other mutants--keeping her eyes PEELED for odd behavior. "He's...passed. And we couldn't even help him..." she sighed. She wanted to ask how the Plant people were coming, but then again...
Harmony was here. And Ember didn't much feel like talking. So Harmony would probably ask..."Once you're done with..examining him...can we give him a proper burial?" she asked Harmony, though she doubted the animal would be able to have one. They probably wanted to run all sorts of tests on the little guy and stuff...
Ember had to not cry right now.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |