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Sally was finally going to do it. She had set her foot down to her own decision and was going to get another dog. This had been a thought she had been playing in her mind for some time now and she finally figured that it would be the best move.

Salene should have herself another friend around.

Sally lived a bit of a lonely existence. Always have. It just... seemed to be the way of her life. She had a grand total of what? ...three friends? She didn’t want Salene to have to live that same life. 

She wondered if Salene would be happy with this decision. The dog, after all, was used to having all of Sally’s attention and now that a new dog would come along, well that attention would have to be split.

But, it was for a good reason.

As it was, Salene was following Sally around as she walked to her closet to reach for a coat. She slipped it on and then headed over to her front door, opening it wide open before Simba could even ring the doorbell. 

She knew he had arrived already. Call it psychic ability.

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College so far was going very well for Isabel! Honestly, she felt right in her element when in Pride U. She loved the independence college offered: the ability to choose the class she wanted to take, and the hours for which she wanted to take them. 

Her classes were great too! 

There was one class she had that ended around the late afternoon and that was her last class of the day. During those days, she tended to spend time with Ollie for a while before even heading home. Today was that day for her. 

It was already evening and the brunette was saying goodbye to her boyfriend getting ready to head home. (Any later and Elena would end up having a heart attack) She had given him a goodbye kiss and was already walking off when she spotted a familiar figure that made her stop in her tracks.

“Simba, hi.” 

Isa waved at the man, offering him a kind smile that was coated with a blossom of red over the skin of her cheeks. She wondered if Simba had caught her kissing her boyfriend, not that that was a bad thing, Ollie was her boyfriend, but still, the thought made her blush a bright red. 

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Raksha found herself at the grocery store with a cart in hand as she strolled along idly through the aisles. There was a lot of things the brunette had to learn to adapt to after moving into a more “modern” town and well, the grocery store was definitely one of those things on the list. 

It hardly took her long though considering that the concept wasn’t such a difficult one. 

Today, however, Raksha really didn’t have much of a reason for grocery shopping except for the cravings that have been running a rampage with her lately. Today, it was fruits. It normally was the case, fruits, bread, and pastries. All that was currently sitting in her cart at this moment. 

Her eyes were hovering over all the other fruit options available for her. Raksha could literally kill a person for a watermelon right about now and so she moved over to where they were. She was studying all of them so as to make sure she chose the perfect one, but she suddenly found herself highly distracted.

The baby was kicking and she was being very active about it. 

Raksha placed her hands on her stomach giving her unborn child a serious face. “Priy, I am not your trampoline.” Raksha turned then to focus on trying to coo her daughter down when she had accidentally bumped right into someone. 

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Sally has been moving around everywhere in her home. Literally, everywhere. Her home hardly looked like her uniquely decorated place. It looked like Hurricane Katrina had come by. 

That was because of Sally’s nerves. 

She was to do a trip soon, a trip to Scotland. This trip was going to involve helping Daniel move on as well as a visit to her father. A visit to her father. That should hardly fit into a sentence as far as the redhead was concerned. She had closed that chapter a long time ago, had run away and was the reason why Daniel was now stuck where he was.

So, now her house was looking a mess because she had no idea what she was supposed to pack or to do or anything, so that transcribed into a messy home. 

Poor Salene was just laying on the ground staring at Sally with sympathetic eyes until she was immediately up on her legs running to the front door. She was there before the knock had even resounded through the door. 

Huh, Sally had not been expecting any visitors, but before she even made it to the door she already knew who it was. Those were definitely emotions Sally could spot anywhere.

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Salene was curled up in a ball on the floor nearby to Sally. The red head was getting ready to place her leash on, gently petting the Dalmation. It was time for her walk, which was Salene’s favorite part of the day.

It use to be sitting on Sally’s lap and being cuddled by her owner, but Salene was no longer tiny like she once use to be.

Sally coaxed her dog to get up and the pair were out and off with the end destination being the park. It didn’t take long to reach it, it was finally taking the red head less and less time heading to where she needed to be since she has gotten better with her control over her empathy. No longer where there stops upon stops because she had been tackled by some stranger’s overwhelming emotions.

Salene was let loose from her leash, the Dalmatian excited to stretch her legs out and she did running straight towards another dog one she has grown to know. 

Simba was at the park and the scene made the red head laugh a little as she shook her head approaching her friend. “I swear I let her out often.... even if she goes on and acts otherwise.” Sally gave Simba a hug. “How are you?”

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Sally was slipping on a jacket, heading out of her home into the cold brisk air. She had a bag in her hand with a couple of things in it and was heading over to Simba’s place. She had an idea in mind where she has done some research on and has spoken to a few people about here and there. 

Now she wanted Simba’s opinion as she knew he had experience in these sort of things. 

What she wanted was to open a shoppe. It was an idea that was playing in her mind for a while. She had so much restless energy within her and talent to offer that she wanted to do something with it all, so... why not open up a shop? She had the means and was something she was very interested in going through with. At the same time, she felt like it was time to push the envelope further in her life. 

She wanted open doors for herself not closed ones.

The redhead arrived at her destination knocking and then waiting until it opened. She smiled brightly once seeing her friend and walked into the warmth of the space. 

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It has been a bit of a while since the last time Sally had seen Simba, whom she had actually just finished talking with on the phone. They weren’t on any angry terms with the other by any means, but things were just being somewhat spaced out if anything for the ginger’s sake.

Simba was very aware of how Sally’s magic worked, or at least how it tended to affect the redhead and in being aware would often warn her whether, or not it was a good time for the both of them to meet up. 

Coincidentally, he had done just the same throughout their phone conversation only this time around Sally had insisted in appearing anyways. 

See, she had been practicing her magic as far as her empathy was concerned, receiving help from Doctor Sweet and was confident that she would be okay to visit Simba. Besides, she genuinely loved that Simba had the ability to feel so big and loud, it was always a quality she admired about him from the start and it was one he shouldn’t have to hide away from her simply because of her magic. 

And so, there she was ringing Simba’s doorbell with a pan of cupcakes on her arms, and Salene wagging her tail right beside her. When the door opened, Sally smiled glad to see Simba behind it as Salene simply invited herself right in. 

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There weren’t a lot of things that Sally didn’t like in life, but hospitals, they entered the list. She hated hospitals. She hated the pungent smell of disinfectants, the glaringly bright white walls that had nothing interesting on them and only proved to bore her half to death, and the annoying nagging of doctors and nurses who acted as if they had a clue as to how you were feeling, what you were going through, what could possibly be tormenting your head. 

Sally hated hospitals. 

Yet, here she was stuck in one, stuck in a hospital room where she practically wanted to rip her hair out and throw it against the walls to add a splash of something against the white solid boredom that surrounded her.

She was going insane, but she knew she was focusing heavily on her own insanity to keep her thoughts from lingering over what laid beneath the blanket that covered her legs. Her legs were horrible, a heart-breaking picture to see and if she focused on them she knew the tears would appear again. 

They have been her most intimate companion the past couple of days, her tears, those hot droplets of grief that painted pictures of her cheeks, but they weren’t creating art now. Sally had seen the twisting of her door knob, her eyes falling over the frame with a bit of confusion on her features. 

Was she expecting visitors...? Not that she was aware of. She knew Silver was to be out for a good portion of the day, but when she saw who entered the door, a small smile tugged at her lips. It was Simba.