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Damsel woke up to the fluttering of wings and birdsong at her window. She stretched her arms over her head as she smiled happily. Climbing out of the mass of pillows, thick blankets, and plushies her bed had become during her slumber, took some effort. Once freed from her soft prison, she saw the one who awoke her. A brilliantly colored bluejay. It repeated it's sweet song to her as she rose to her feet. "Hello, singing friend! Thank you for the wakeup call." She opened her palms to let the bird hop onto them, placed a kiss upon the top of it's head, and then extended her arms to help direct it back out of her open window. She sighed happily as it flew away, she felt amazing! She checked herself in the mirror, hair and makeup were still perfectly in place. As usual. Then skipped out the door of her assigneg room.
She almost barreled straight into Witch, exiting the room directly across the hall from hers. The catgirl's fur and tail puffed out in surprise. Damsel knew just the thing to make her feel calmer. "Hey, Witchy! It's a great morning isn't it?" She wrapped her arms around her fellow Vessel. This lasted for approximately 5 seconds. Just long enough for Witch to process the audacity of the airhead clinging to her. The next moment Witch was flailing her arms and legs to escape Damsel's grasp. Damsel paid no mind, unable to even feel Witch's claws deflecting off her skin. Thankfully, a sullen toned voice ended this chicanery. "Sis, let her go." Damsel did as she was told, and saw that behind Witch, was Prisoner. Still standing in her doorway. "You know she hates that, right?" Witch was halfway down the hallway by the time Damsel responded. "Yeah, but she'll never get over her intimacy issues if no one tries!"
For whatever reason, Damsel couldn't comprehend, Prisoner smirked at the rapidly shrinking form of Witch. "How about ya let me handle that, deal?" Damsel pouted in confusion...but then went back to smiling brightly with a shrug. There are lots of things she just can't wrap her head around, but her sis can. "Okay! If you say so." She then gave Prisoner a wave before skipping away in the opposite direction that Witch went. Prisoner's voice followed her. "Where, are you heading so early?" Damsel tilted her head so her mouth was aimed at the ceiling as she skipped. "Wounded Wild asked me to help her gather the latest batch of grapes!" Prisoner seemed pleased with the answer. And that was the last the two spoke before she went back to her room.
Damsel skipped away into the deeper parts of the compound, where the entrance to Wounded Wilds underground....forest, jungle, both? Damsel isn't sure. She never thought to ask before. The idea of the area being full of differing biomes the further from the enterance you go filled her with wonder. As Damsel traversed, the hallway went from concrete floors and wood board walls, to the floor turning earthen, vines and flowers poking through the ever increasing gaps in the boards. As she nears a 4 way intersection of hallways, Damsels wonders why this area feels so run down. The only ones who live this far from everyone else but still technically in the compound, are Wounded Wilds, Thorn, an- Damsel's thoughts were cut short by someone lunging from behind a corner and slamming their metalic blade against her skull. The impact making a similar sound to a sledgehammer striking a tin roof. "AAAWWWW! I was hoping for someone who knows how to bleed correctly."
Damsel, still staggering from the blow, sees her assailant. Razor. "You don't even bleed at all when I slash you. It's weird." It seems Razor was occupying her time by playing predator with the other Vessels. After she recovers fully, shaking off what should have been a concussion at minimum for anyone else. Damsel offers her fellow Vessel an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I would bleed all over the place if I only knew how. But since I ruined your fun, how about I offer you a new game." She points further down the hallway. "I'm going to help Wounded Wilds with the new grape harvest. Wanna help?" Razor gives the smiling princess a side-eyed squint. "Will it be fun?" Damsel nods her head enthusiastically. "You can help prune the trees and bushes." The idea seems to be all Razor needed to hear. She put her hand, that was still a hand, into Damsel's and they skipped away in unison.