The door was swung open and produced a muffled bang as it bounced off the wall behind it. A dark outline of a figure remained stiff in the posture that seemed rigid and angry. Ever couldn’t make out any features of the wolf outside or inside since she was so far away. Rain dribbled across her hair and hung soaked strands of red hair into her face. Auburn ears perked forward to make out the quiet voices that came from before her. She urged her stead on who stepped in virgin puddles along the way making lazy sloshing sounds. Steadily, the pair came closer, standing so that they were just outside the weak pool of light streaming out from the window. Drops of rain made the bright shape quiver in the thick darkness.
Ever slid off of Saphraine with grace and landed silently in the damp grass. The one hand she has used to steady her spring against the ground sunk its claws in the soggy earth. Pale aqua irises searched with curiosity in the window until her eyes adjusted to the gradual light.
A dresser stood before the sill, large and oak. It was difficult to tell the details through the sparse holes in the blanket over the window. Ever sniffed and stood up straight, still clutching the midnight colored candle that was now warm and damp from her palm. Her braid had plastered itself to her back, she could feel it even through the layer of transparent pale fabric of a dress on her body.
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