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[ The last full moon did not go so well for her. Any small bit of digging can indicate that the full moon, in general, is a trying time for the "monsters" of the region. Liliana is determined to weather this one better than the last. Then again, what could be worse than literally dying? Even if she came out of it on the other end.

In some weird, pseudo-dead way.

The day started out normal enough. She's finding it more difficult to wake up in the morning and has taken the habit of spending the first half of the day rolling around in bed until she finds the energy to drag herself out. The fact that one of Chandra's kittens has somehow wiggled its way inside her bedroom despite the supposedly closed door is extra motivation. But the more the day drags on, the more restless she becomes.

So she drinks to calm her nerves--a great coping mechanism, obviously. Chandra can likely feel the anxiousness through their bond as well as the warm welcome of wine down the back of Liliana's throat as she finishes off the bottle. At least she still prefers to drink from the wine class.

Liliana shoos the kitten away with the toe of her boot as she walks out of the kitchen and into the foyer again. She's not pacing--she's. Getting her steps in. ]

[Chandra had been paying very, very close attention to the phases of the moon lately. Not for fear of herself, but more for Liliana's sake. and others, of course. Kaede's chimera change hadn't been fun, and nearly being forced to gut Fang hadn't been either.

Fuck this plane, she thought darkly as she pushed open the door to their house. The bond was making Liliana moody, and she'd come back from training early to check in on her partner. Stooping to pick up the kitten that scampers into the main hall to greet her, she eyes Liliana as she heads out of the kitchen.]

Feeling restless?

[She'd know the signs even without the bond. She's always restless.]

[ The tinge of irritation she sensed from her bond definitely wasn't helping her own anxiety--as if she wasn't already irritated enough. She taps her nails on her wine glass, five times exactly. They've become rather sturdy in the past few weeks, much stronger than they are normally. An odd and ironic side-effect from dying.

She can sense Chandra before she hears her, eyes flickering over to her housemate and the cat. ]

Your pet is very chatty.

[ They both know she couldn't care less about that, nor would it be enough to irk her, but deflecting concern is always her first reaction. At least Liliana is feeling normal enough for that. ]

And the outside world? Weather cooperating.

[ She hasn't left the house in a few days. ]

[Chandra strokes the kitten's head a bit and it seems to calm down. Maybe the little enchantment she put on it to quell it's own restlessness will help some. Probably. But that's cheating.]

Weather's fine. Back to normal summer weather.

[She walks a little closer, head tilted to the side. Her eyes are not exactly 'concerned' but more 'curious']

Have you been getting enough food? I know you haven't been leaving, and that makes sense I guess. [She is more of a homebody.] But I'm not sure the state of the kitchen.

Wonderful.

[ Not that she's particularly bothered by the cold at this point--it doesn't seem like the weather much affects her at all. She's been less interested in venturing out during the day, regardless, but having some things set the way she would prefer is a small condolence to an even smaller annoyance. She'll take it.

Still, she knows that Chandra's attempts at care and friendship come from a genuine place...as difficult as that can be for Liliana at times, she is. Trying. In her own way.

By being less prickly than normal. Most of the time.

But not today.

At the mention of food, Liliana gives a small groan and looks at the bottom of her empty glass. ]

If you're asking if there are dishes in the sink, the answer is "no". Though I wouldn't mind a little help.

[ Help meaning, you know, hired help. Although she's used to having that labor for free.

But Liliana did totally eat all of Chandra's crackers, so hopefully she won't mind seeing the cupboard woefully empty when she's feeling like a snack. ]

We're out of cheese.

[ She swirls her empty glass before turning her pacing back to the kitchen. Chandra can follow if she wants. ]

The good kind, too.

[Yes, yes, she's following.]

I'll ask around about a cleaning service. Though, did you happen to have any gems or gold on you when you woke up here? I had a couple of pouches, but we may have to stretch it.

[That's Planeswalking 101. Currency is valueless, but gems and gold? Always.]

And the cheese. Sure.

[Making her way around the big prep-table in the center, Chandra meanders to the icebox, fishing around in there for a container of juice. No wine, not after a sweat like she'd worked up.

Note to self, get more of this stuff. Limeade? Nissa would love it.]

Also, how are you feeling?

I know the moon's rising, and last time it did that, this kid Kaede went nuts and tried to tear my head off.

ACTION; Mid-August (Full Moon)

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