[open]

[heirring]

WHO: Flint, Wysteria, Miriam, Cassius & You
WHAT: Catch-All
WHEN: Post-dreams, nebulously Guardian-ish
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Warnings (if any) in subject lines.

((OOC NOTE: Anything in bold is closed to one thread, though group threads a-okay.
Feel free to turn this into action brackets if The Spirit Moves You.
Wildcards welcome, bespoke starters available upon request.))

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[heirring]

In her wake, Wysteria huffs and puffs after her--blustering as she struggles to safely re-allocate the parcels so abruptly returned to her care.

"I hardly doubt you will ever be in such a position, Athessa," she calls, insistent to the last. "For I--"

Whatever the exact form her protests are meant to take go distinctly lopsided however. They are replaced by a squawk as one of the packages slips from her overburdened arms.