just a dream -- open, sleepless

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    ((Basically, Faith doesn't realize that her species is nocturnal. Therefore, she forces herself to stay awake during the day and cannot seem to sleep soundly at night. This thread shall be an attempt at switching her timetable to be more like everyone else's, which means going against that of her species.))



    The fennec fox kit lie awake yet again in the confinement of a small hollow she'd dug up under a large boulder. This temporary sleeping spot wasn't very deeply dug; in fact, her muzzle could be easily spotted poking out of the rut in the sand if she didn't curl up all the way. The femme's eyes were wide with awareness, and her large, sensitive ears twitched at nearly every sound. She could see everything and more illuminated in the bright moonlight. Faith sighed softly. "I'm not tired..."

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    "Tat's because yar not supposed ta be," the serval said with an amused grin as she walked over on tall legs, spotting the fennec fox in the ground. "M'name's Veronaskelet'ns, turtledove here. Don't believe we've met yet." Her Irish accent hung around every word she spoke.
    Vero took a seat. "Don'tcha know yar supposed ta be awake at night? Yer species is nocturnal, meaning yar supposed to be asleep when te sun's up and awake when te moon's up."
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