"Yee! Ed'i'ear ar'elenea!" Angry yelling of a certain half-elf hybrid could be heard almost half-way to the tavern. Within minutes the woman in question herself stormed out of the smithy and padded in the direction of the forest. Perhaps hunting would help call her nerves. Once beyond the first of the trees, the calm atmosphere began to help the woman relax. She decided to check the traps and walked slowly, enjoying the relative sunshine. Well, that is until she stepped in one of her own rabbit traps. YANK. Abby hung upside down and tried reaching up to cut the rope with her claws. Only, she was unsuccessful. Looks like she was stuck. A certain laugh brought her attention over and an embarassed blush crossed her face when she saw who it was. "Instead of laughing, Anny, could you please let me down?"

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Many think that an Angel has to be good~



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