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Backdated to January 2nd. (301)
Claudius still felt horrible about how he had acted around Liliana and wanted to make up for it somehow. He had never really had to make up for anything before – usually it was he who demanded the apologies and it was he who came running to his mother, his face streaked by tears. But today, he finally acknowledged that he might be the one causing Liliana the pain – and hopefully not the tears – so he decided to do what his brother had never done for him on his own: apologize.
Claudius didn’t know if it would be rude to show up empty-handed, so he carried a mason jar of nettle he had collected during the warmer months. He’d found some growing along one of the fences on the borders of AniWayan territory and had kept it stored in his den ever since. He also had a large pot and a stirring stick he had carved for when he would have to boil the nettle to create a dye. He didn’t trust the bag, since it was old and beginning to fray, so he cradled his precious jar of nettle in his arms.
He remembered Liliana had mentioned she was in charge of all the horses in AniWaya. Since the stables were on his way to the village, Claudius decided it would be easier to stop by there first to see if she was there. As he neared the stables, he could hear the sounds of horses whinnying inside. He slowed down and creeped closer, hoping the horses would not see him. He peered inside the stable and cleared his voice.
“U-uhm, L-liliana? Are you h-h-here? It’s C-c-c-laudius.” He didn’t enter the stable, but rather, lingered at the edge. He didn’t want to get any closer to the horses than he needed.