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For Bangle Guffawri. Backdated to the 27th! Halifax.
The sun scorched the land as she passed through the Dampwoods, searching for something that wasn't there. Imacai. Miqui had mentioned Imacai, he had lived with Imacai, and now her brother was gone from the world she lived in. It was concerning, to say the least — some nights she stayed awake and worried. Of course, Imacai could live on his own easily, she did not have to be concerned. Imacai was smart. Imacai didn't need them. The truth of the fact hurt her, if only slightly. Imacai Kimaris, the only sibling younger than she, did not need her in his life. Depressing.
In her displeasure, she made her way to Halifax. That day was a day of searching, of finding, of gathering necessary items to make her world better in some way or form. Halifax was a treasure trove of items useable by her delicate, coyote hands, for everything she was able to do. That day, however, she was searching for something specific. Needles, clamps, knives. Tools for body modification, a skill she knew quite well despite her lack of artistic talents. Such things would be needed in the future, she was sure. A determined sigh passed her jaws as she entered the ruined city for the first time in several weeks. "Ess tiem to find what aye ahm needing." Her words were spoken to the wind, rather than a corporeal form, red eyes searching the storefronts.