Catherine reclined in the warm dusk air of the sunporch of her old home. It was her parents, but you can only get so old before the urge to explore again bites like a tick. She didn't mind. Comfy house.
She got to thinking about Seb again.
It was already rare to see new folks move in, but another armadillo? In this part of the country? She had to see it for herself. She heard he came from The City. City folk normally hate it here. He was rather on edge the one time they did get to talking, but Catherine never let a first impression faze her.
Even as grumpy as he got, even as unfriendly as he could be—she knew she had to befriend him. Nothing she could explain out loud, just a little nagging feeling there was something more to him, or something bugging him, maybe. Maybe it had something to do with that alien dog friend of his—not that she could explain that feeling either.
For now, though, she laid back and watched the sky melt to tar like it always did this time of night. Comfy house.