i can't do the long division.

Gemma Rhiannon Sawtooth · 03-16-2012, 09:48 PM

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The morning was greeted with a surprising amount of cheerfulness despite the awful situation she was stuck in. The Great Fire was a comforting heat at her back as she woke up within its smokey embrace. Her pelt now constantly exuded the smell of woodsmoke and fire and Gemma preferred it that way, the musky smoke hid away most of her natural scent and it was that she presumed made men hurt her so much either physically or emotionally. The flighty submissive female looked about herself nervously as she stretched in the early morning sun. There were chores to do before she could resume her secret hobby. Gemma has discovered recently the thrills of weaving bands of colored string together to make a pattern, she had seen some of this work decorating houses, manes and such and had given it a go for herself. She had been extremely surprised to discover that the quick and precise handwork needed came naturally somehow. She was still weaving very basic one colored bands and canvases but before she indulged herself she had to work.

First things were first she checked upon the level of the Great Fire, she was not personally allowed to supply it with food for the hungry flames but she could make sure that all was clear for the council woman to do so. Ulilohi stopped by not long after to perform the daily task that Gemma could not, several times during the day would she come and check upon the fire's level and adjust as she saw fit, usually during these times Gemma managed to find something to preoccupy herself such as lighting the torches along the main road or checking on the stores of wood. The large woman scared her and Gemma wished not to upset her after the episode with the sheep. As Ulilohi departed Gemma realised that one particular wood store was running low and so collected an axe from the storage and set out to collect what she could from the wilds.

The hours of the early morning trickled into mid morning as Gemma labored, the physical task proving a large challenge for her weaker body. She couldn't carry much with each trip and refused point blank to use the horses, the large equines scared her too, as did a lot of things. So by the time the stores were not so dangerously low five hours had trickled by and she was exhausted from the strenuous activity. She dragged her tired gaze over the two stores to make sure everything was tidy and exited the Town Hall only to pause in apprehension. There was someone sat at the Great Fire. She was speaking to a small black colored bird that was resting on her head. Quickly Gemma dashed behind the fire so that the roaring flames separated them and pulled at her ears fretfully. What did she do now?

She didn't know if the woman had seen her dash behind the Great Fire but certainly its size was large enough to hide her from view. She sunk down upon the log that served as a seating area and whimpered quietly hoping that the woman had not noticed her. She wondered how long it would take her to leave.

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