Friday, 31st of August

It wasn't until after Jochin had wandered away that fingertips found the ribbon.

Duci had been cleaning and she bent over to lift the ribbon up off the ground, where it had fallen when she put the gift away. She started to spin around, headed back for the kitchen, but stopped halfway. Her face went blank, like she had forgotten what she was about to do. Perhaps, indeed, that's just what happened, because she sure didn't throw it away.

Instead, the blonde toyed with the ribbon. She twirled it around her fingertips absently, light footsteps leading her gaily for the living room. She was strangely drawn to the black strip of satin; it both gave her a sense of satisfaction as well as aroused a slowly growing appetite for more. Unaware, she settled into Mez's soft fur and couch, nestling against the bear. Her book was picked up and she returned to reading, picking up where she had left off the day before.

The ribbon was left between the pages as a placeholder before she went to bed that night.