I'm so fucking scared of getting hurt again
3-1-3 OC

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Bonnie had been sailing with a new crew, one that she had met not long ago since the others just...disappeared. Her world was...odd now, to say the least, and for now, she lived calmly without the ring of laughter or the soft creak of wood. Another storm was coming, and she was iffy but stood her ground. How would this crew do in a storm? Who knew...

As she climbed a mast, the wind rocked the boat, and the mainsail swung sharply and snapped against her ribs, shoving her and leaving her barely conscious on the ship's ledge. No one came to check her, and no came to save her from slipping into the salty water below. The splash was drowned by thunder, and the waves crashed against the wood. She sank slowly, paws swiping to reach upwards until everything went dark.

until...

Everything shifted; water became sand and biting cold air. A sharp way to wake up was for her ass to be nipped by sharp winds that made her yelp and cough water, standing up and tucking her thick plush tail against her rump. Her fur ruffled, trying to warm herself, this was way colder than being out at sea. What the hell was this!

Oh, wha' the fuck is this! Where am i?!

Her voice rang against the area of dunes. Slowly and very cautiously, she walked, paws sinking into the sand just barely as she tried to figure out where she was. Had the crew saved her? Or had she been washed ashore? If the latter, where WAS the shore?

It was a fae world indeed. Lyra (Myna) a had said such a thing when they had met up again. Jaskier hadnt known if he believed her or not. Didnt quite care either way, he imagined. And now? Well, one minute he found himself skirting across the fairmeadow into a cavern after a hare and the next? Spit out at the other end before miles and miles of rolling sand dune.

Bonnie said it - Jaskier was sure thinking it: Where the fuck am I? A shiver crept through his pelt. Open winds on open land stirring all around him and chilling to the bone. Quick steps took him to the river's edge, moving along the water line until slow and shallow waters could be found and a safe drink could be taken.

Vast nothingness caused a shiver that matched the winds. Even as desert dunes sprald out before him, the cold here still struck deeply. The sun long gone. Leaving nothing but a land of darkness under a solid sheet of dark rolling clouds. Studying ahead, he swore he could see the silhouette of the place he had been spat out of some months ago. But how did he come to be here again? And why? Questions he figured only the fae would have answers to.

He knew he should go back into the cavern. Felt that if it brought him here, all he had to do was go back in to return where he was before. It wasn't home, exactly, but Lyra and Mal had at least started up making it something enough to call it that. A smirk toying on his lips, he watched dark skies and golden sands and there, trotting along within them, a vision of a woman he had not thought to have ever seen again.

Bonnie Badassss!!