heeey sweety, thanks for wanting to join Vinátta!
He didn't really know how to explain the whirlwind that was his life. Every time things started to settle down, another boulder came smashing into it. It was sometimes difficult to ascertain when it was a good thing and when it was bad. In this instance however, it was most definitely a good thing. The barking, yipping call had alerted him to her presence, but he hadn't quite believed it until he'd arrived at the borders yesterday to see the small, grey framed woman that Saul had pretty much adopted a good year and a half ago. What had been the most shocking had been the appearance of his brother- once again covered in cuts and bruises. He'd spotted injuries on Wretch as well and wondered how both of them managed to injure themselves so much. It was a common occurrance between the two of them.
After introducing Wretch and Gideon to Lilin, they'd settled in to rest and Saul hadn't known what to do. It was clear he needed to sit down with his brother and adopted daughter at some point soon, to explain about everything in his own life and find out what was going on in theirs. Like why they were here, and why Gideon was once again walking crippled. Dawn had risen and after cuddling into Lilin one final time, Saul had rolled out of bed and made for the lake. He couldn't stay in bed, no matter how he wished to have lie ins with Lilin. It was too ingrained in him to be up and early. He often found he got things done in these hours, when everyone was still waking. After taking a few chunks of wood and his carving knife, Saul had set out towards the borders.
Noon passed and he was more than happy, whittling away and walking the lines of his borders. The crisscrossed scents were a comforting sign- Ezra, Niernan, Bran, Fritz- they'd all been here in the past day or two. To know his borders were being watched carefully was a relief and Saul had paused for a moment to slice away the corner of another Frithr charm. The scratching on pen on paper caused him to look up and just a few feet away, partially concealed by one of Vinátta's ever present trees, was a white luperci. Saul gave a start, before slipping his knife away and pocketing the chunks of wood.
Good afternoon sir, these are the borders of Vinátta. I'm Saul Stormbringer, one of the leaders, is there anything I can help you with? He was polite, perhaps overly polite to someone loitering outside the borders. Still, he wasn't a rude male and he never had been, it wasn't as though he was going to start now.
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