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[young_womble]

There is someone, or something, in a dark corner of the bar.

He got in by mistake.

He can't get out.

At about two and a half feet tall, he keeps low and tries not to be seen.

But he's hungry, and lost, and very frightened.

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[lichvell-r.livejournal.com]

And it is not like he was seen. Not at all. Ravin is leaving that plate of food and tall glass of juice on a chair out of the way and easy to seneak to for a totally different reason.

Whatever it is, food being placed in a convenient (for some people) spot, she heads to another table, where a book and her drawing pad awaits.

[young_womble]

She has a long wait. Wombles don't tend to take things unless they're definitely abandoned.

But eventually a little paw sneaks over the top of the table and the food is pulled quickly underneath it.

[lichvell-r.livejournal.com]

Ravin can be patient, when she wnats to. The disappearing food makes her almost-smile, while reading and drawing at the same time.

[young_womble]

The juice also disappears shortly.

Then a little nose peeps around to see if it was left on purpose.

[lichvell-r.livejournal.com]

Maybe it was. Ravin is not openly observing the creature's hiding spot, if it wants to come out, it is his call.

She understands a need to stay out of sight.

[young_womble]

If she's observent, she'll see a flash of brown and grey fur between the tables.

Then a little paw reaches up and puts a piece of paper on her table.

'Thank you'

And then he is gone.

[lichvell-r.livejournal.com]

Ravin just nods to herself; she will have to make an habit out of this, and maybe arrange a dark, secluded spot where she can meet this strange creature.

Ah well, things to keep her busy in the future.