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ooc: orin, your table made me go eat m&ms! wc: 566
Skye was stretched out on her bed, despite it being a perfectly sunny and beautiful day. Her horse was lounging around in the living room, as Skye had nowhere else to put him - and the stallion, Jack, was probably munching happily on the bushel of apples Skye had brought him just a few moments before. Before that, she had been working on the garden, and before that, hunting. She was quite exhausted, as she had been learning to use Jack in hunt, but it hadn't turned out so well. So she'd gone on foot, seeking and tracking the prey before it got away. It did anyway, so Skye just ate two of the apples she brought for Jack and had flopped down on her bed.
She felt and heard the crack of her back as she slowly relaxed into the bitten but soft mattress. She spread out her arms and legs and closed her eyes, completely ready to just sit there and think. It had been quite a long time since she'd last seen her parents. She wondered how they were doing - probably the same as always, of course. Right now, her mother was probably sitting in her favorite chair in her favorite spot, reading a book by the light of the sun. Her father? Well, that was harder to picture. She thought he would probably be out in the back of the house, experimenting on some human gadget that he'd picked up.
"Someday, this'll work right as rain," he always used to tell her as he fiddled with the electronics. It was so complicated that Skye usually gave up trying to follow her father's movements and eventually went out back to help with her mother and her garden. She would never find out how he figured out those things - but then again, they almost never worked after he 'fixed' them.
Suddenly she was snapped out of her daze as she heard voices and horse's hooves entering the town. Wondering who had a horse in Cercatori d'Arte other than her, she walked over to the front door and opened it, taking a peek.
There was a great horse, larger than Jack. He was magnificent, his mane being buffeted by the slight breeze that carried on. On his back was Orin, her white fur and pink hair and tail prominent. She seemed slightly awed by riding such a beast, and spoke in a low voice. Who she was speaking to? Well, that was the other passenger, who looked very curious indeed. He was white, save for his face, half of which was black. Also on his face were curious markings - three black lines on the white side of his face and three white circles on the black side. He seemed calm as Orin spoke excitedly to him. She supposed he was Orin's friend.
Then, Orin let out a long, loud howl, and Skye stepped out of her house and trotted down so that she was by the horse's side. Shawchert may be very resentful when it came to trespassers - but Skye didn't really think it mattered when they were being admitted by another of the pack's members. Besides, it was clear that this other person wasn't being malevolent; maybe he even wanted to join the pack? "Hello, Orin!" she said. "Who's your friend?"