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Date: Feb. 27, 2011Setting: Edge of the Dampwoods Time: Afternoon Character Form: Optime, on horseback |
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Join if you have the time, James! No pressure though. :o Sorry this post is bad, I'm out of juice for starting I guess. @_@ WC: 479
She had risen lazily, sleeping longer than intended, and longer than she probably should have. The tawny girl had been slow to awaken and gather her things, taking her time on this fine-weathered day. Lennon had wandered not far off, finding a heft patch of mostly dried grass to idly munch upon. He seemed in no hurry to get away from her, and for that Sage was happy.
With a yawn, she loaded up her packs, remembering to bring along those prettily formed, mostly translucent crystals that she'd found in the caves of Inferni. Most of them were colorless, but a few were a very attractive sky blue, and the Lykoi child assumed they would make good offerings for Anathema. She'd learned something of the significance of these stones to the d'Angelo family's religious practices, so perhaps they'd be of some use to the cult-based pack. In addition, she'd brought a nicely carved bone knife and the small beginnings of a healthy Aloe vera plant, for healing purposes.
There was some fear in her, of course, to travel to Anathema. The boy they had killed had been about her age; though he hadn't been the brightest star, she'd learned. Nonetheless, it was with a bit of apprehension that she called Lennon towards her and loaded up the packs, climbing gently onto the large equine's back. With a glance around her and a deep breath, she whispered softly to him in low speech.
"Don't be afraid, boy, they don't have to be our enemies, remember..." came her sweet voice, a hand reaching forward to stroke his soft mane, though the words were more for herself than him.
Having set off mid-morning and traveled at a leisurely, but efficient trot, Sage arrived near Anathema's borders in good time. The sun was above the pair, but the shade from the sparse trees they rested under kept them in some shadow. The moment the girl had scented the markings of this pack, she had slowed Lennon to a stop, not wanting to make any impression that she might want to trespass.
Yellow eyes slid to the goods packed away behind her, and she sighed, slightly nervous as she let out several distinctly coyote-like yips, her message friendly to anyone who would hear it. Like each of her visits to other lands, her calls were not urgent or needy. They were messages that politely requested a presence, and nothing more.
Without much haste, Sage retrieved a long and nicely rolled joint from her satchel, lighting the end with a match and hungrily inhaling the smoke. She happily let the smoke fill her lungs, enjoying the slight burn before exhaling. Oh, it felt good. And what better to make her forget her nerves and relax than her favorite herb?
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