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So lately, I've had this odd urge to own a pet fish. I've never wanted one until now. Just a simple goldfish or a beta? Something easy to look after for someone so new to the world of fishies.
I posted this in order to get a little advice from previous/current fish owners. I know next to nothing about fish, but I'm sure I'll not be getting over this fish obsession until I've tried it. Aside from the regular basics of owning a fish... I need to ask if there's any way to make sure the poor thing will be safe from my over-curious cats. Like, a screen or something to attach to the top? idek ;;

Thanks for taking the time to read and/or offer some adivce. (:
This'll be deleted eventually~


tl;dr: I want a fish. What do I need to know?

Under cut~

Quick question, does anyone know how to make it so that the pictogram on my account stops changing? My deer is named and all, and I see that others' accounts have their deer's picto instead of the changing gif. How can I do that?

Thanks!

I dreamt about TEF last night.

There was this butterfly released into the forest, a really big, blue butterfly that couldn't go any faster than a walking deer. But this butterfly was associated with bad things apparently, because whenever it got near the other deer, they'd all scramble away. Then I realized that if the butterfly got close enough to cast a spell on you, you became the butterfly and the original one went back to being a deer. It was so weird...

Sounds like it would be a fun game though, like tag. But being a butterfly for too long would get annoying, I suppose.

'Disappearance'

I've pretty much decided that I'm no longer going to be...writing it the way I was going to. I've never been any good at writing chaptered stories, really, so it wasn't exactly a good idea to start with. Taliene's been gone for more than two months now and I've written what...three pieces for the whole thing? The only one that is still accurate and hasn't been taken down is this one, which is pretty much just Rutilus and Jared figuring out that their sister's gone missing.

It'd be great if I could write the whole thing out, but I really don't have the muse or the patience for it. There's a character to be introduced that I've been dying to play for months now, and then a future character whose arrival also needs to be explained. This whole plot would probably involve me having to explain not only the background of Taliene, Rutilus and possibly Jared, but also the background of their parents and I honestly don't think I can do all of that in story form.

I don't know if it's even worth posting a whole bunch of stuff to try and explain all of this because honestly I haven't been involved with TEF lately and dfksjdhfjsfh raugh. I wanted the whole thing to be a surprise and shit and everyone would be all 'SKFLJH TWIST!' but eh.

I think I'm just going to post an explanation or something I don't know. /suicide

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Why didn't I explain it to her? I'm not sure I could. Once, I saw Walter and 21 dancing, so beautifully through the flowers, moving not just in place but through space, leaving their paths where the flowers bowed in respect, getting closer and then farther away, never fully leaving the dance and somehow not so low as to be as normal dancing...
From time to time, I've dreamt about that night. I thought if anyone could understand the dream of that dance, slow and faceful through the flowers, like fish under the water and natural as birds to air, it'd be Sage.

So I told her only that there was something I wanted to do, and led her to a more isolated patch of flowers. And I began to move, letting her follow after me. Step and dance, step and dance. Twirl. A twirl. I'd turn to face her, and judge her reactions -- I wasn't sure what she was thinking of this. And so I let her take the lead, and let myself match my movements to compliment hers.

And I thought she must have thought me such a fool, but lead she did. We crossed paths and moved side-by-side, pulling ourselves together and apart. Neither of us exactly knew what we were doing -- and I think that was the point. We were trying to make something different, out of our thoughts and our motions... I tried my best, to decide to be her mirror or her companion, which probably didn't help her very much... But there was something of an art to matching her from a distance, and something to trail ahead or behind, or just move so carefully beside her. To watch her slender red legs turning the flowerpatch into a sunset sky, the purple clouds hiding the brillain suns of her fur... Her eyes the color of a bird in flight, darting at me with increasing confidence to see what I was doing, if I was still with her.

And, after a while, we just fell to dancing beside one another, thinking about that rhythm, of the images drawn by our bodies in the flowers. And talking about it, too...