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This all could be a good deal worse, as Daine often reminds herself.

Kitten's not as big as she could be, first off. Not as big as her ma had been, just big enough that there's no question of her being grown up. Which means the farmhouse wasn't completely wrecked when the change happened, and that what damage there is shouldn't be too much trouble to fix.

(Though there's nothing to be done for the potting shed. That's a complete loss.)

And though Kitten's mind and magic seem the same as they've always been, Daine knows enough other folk with powerful magic to help at least keep her hid. They've found a place out in the forest well away from any hiking trails, and Magnus has done a wonder with glamours and other magics to keep folk from noticing Kitten's there. The dragonet (well, dragon) doesn't seem overly fond of it -- she keeps sneezing when she gets too close to the invisible line where the magic sits, and Daine can't quite tell if it's involuntary or if Kit's trying to make a point -- but she's been staying within the bounds of it. So far.

The two real difficulties are keeping her both fed and entertained. Kitten can eat most anything, which is a small mercy, but it's still hard to buy (and haul) thrice Daine's own body weight in food every day without getting odd looks from folk at the grocery store. Worse, there's just nothing for Kit to do out in the woods. Daine's been keeping her company and reading to her, but she can tell the dragon's getting restless. And a bored, large dragon is the last thing the city needs.

Daine's on her way to Kit's hiding place after yet another food run, a stuffed backpack slung over her shoulders and a bag dangling from each hand. It's a trip she's made often enough for her formerly brisk march to have faded into something closer to a trudge (can she really blame Kit for being bored with all this when she's bored with it, too?), but she's fair determined to just get to her charge without incident.

Tired and preoccupied as she is, when a body appears in front of her, she moves to sidestep them with an absent, "Pardon," not even giving them a glance.

[ooc: who wants to meet a big dragon?? Hopefully someone Daine already knows, because tbh she's not gonna trust a stranger with this. But friends and acquaintances are welcomed and encouraged -- especially those who have met tiny!Kitten before.]

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Anduin almost walks into the young woman. Pulling back as she apologizes, he readies one of his own before realizing he has seen her before. "Wait," he says. "I know you- you're the not-a-druid I met when I first arrived. Daine? It's Anduin Wrynn."

The potting shed was, frankly, no great loss. Although both Daine and Lyall had expressed something like gratitude for the secondary workspace, he knew that his talents were in the beautification of people and hats and not in the building of sheds. Seeing it splintered and destroyed was a bit like being given an ugly portrait as a gift and not being able to put it away only for it to fall off the wall and ruin itself on its own.

So he was not angry with Kitten. Just perturbed.

"I could help you with that," Biffy said, nodding at Daine's burden. "Would you like to relieve your shoulders?"

"Hey." Rowan's intention, in stepping in front of Daine, had been to make her stop and see him, but apparently that plan would not work today. Instead he would have to try something verbal, since she seemed preoccupied. And had her hands full.

"Let me help you with some of that?" He had no idea where she was going with so much food. Didn't they have a car at the house or at least a gaggle of people to help her out?

"Do you want help carrying that?" Thomas asked. Daine looked a little rough, which was ot something he'd say, so instead he offered to help. She didn't even look up when she bumped him, which didn't seem like her at all.

"Are you... alright, Daine?"

It wasn't like Daine to be so absent-minded, and she looked pretty tired too. That worried him. Sam knew Daine could take care of herself in whatever shape she chose, of course he did, but she was a friend and he worried, so he put out a hand to catch her eye. He didn't touch her. He didn't stop her, but he hopefully caught her eye.

"Hey, you alright there?" he asked curious.y

"Easy," Bull said, more gentle than he'd been with anyone else all day. Daine looked ready to fall over, which is a little unusual in itself. Without asking, Bull relieved her of one of the bags; he'd go for the other when she was actually paying attention.

"You look like you're on a death walk."

"It's alright," Tansy answers. She whirls on her heel to walk alongside her. "D'you need help?" She's rather bored today, because all of her usual haunts have been picked clean of plants, and she's got nothing really to do, nowhere to really go.