#threads: amicia.

amicia had, for the most part, adapted to this time and place, but there were still many things that surprised her. like seeing someone walk around with an oversized white rat perched on their shoulder. she noted that it must have been a pet, yet that didn’t stop her from recoiling when they passed her, causing her to bump into someone else. ❝ oh, excuse me, ❞ she quickly apologized, a bit ashamed of her reaction. it may not have been a plague rat, and it was just one, not a horde. from what she could tell, the macula hadn’t hit here, but forgetting the things she’d witnessed back home wasn’t so simple. ❝ i’m not the biggest fan of those filthy things. ❞