Making up for lost time. AW

Orin Takekuro · 04-20-2012, 07:07 PM

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ooc OMG I had to come in. 700+

A howl - no, three? – howls rang through Cercatori d’Arte and one note that sang higher than the rest was hauntingly familiar. The stable woman’s ears perked up at the sound, her head jerking up to peer at nothing but firmament. She was sweeping the stables, swishing old hay out the door when the call made her work stop abruptly. Most of the day the Domatrice had been lost in thought and this was the first time she really woke up to meet the day.

An icy grip tightened around her heart; it was not for fear of who might be there but for wonderment. Could her ears deceive her so? They must. The woman had disappeared with little trace that Orin had known of, and at times the paranoid woman suspected foul play. After all, all she had been worried about for as many months as she could remember now was that one day the Rhiannon would finally show his true colors and harm his family. Sky never understood…

“Sky,” she tested the name in a whisper as though it might not be real. Yet it was still only a word, only a name, it did not mean that she had actually heard Sky’s voice. She had to see, had to know if there was a chance her suspicions had been wrong all this time.

Leaning the broom stick up against the stable wall, she disappeared inside for a moment to don her cloak. It was not typical that she wore it in the spring, but she preferred to wear it now. By now they could all see the swelling of her belly, but in these dire times she did not want to advertise or remind anyone of her vulnerability. The cloak draped around her shoulders but her belly did not let it close. Gathering the fabric in her fingers, she pulled it close and left the stable, walking toward the call.

“Sarian?” She called to the nothing as she moved through Thornbury. Older now, she was allowed to play on her own, but the child was always close by. Soon the gray pup emerged from a hiding place behind one of the houses and ran past her, darting off ahead. The child mostly had her adult body by now, but Orin was having a hard time figuring her age; she hadn’t changed yet. She was too big not to have changed. She wondered if there was something wrong with her.

As she made her way through the woods, Sarian ran ahead and then looped back to meet Orin, and then ran ahead and looped back again, and that is how it went until they reached the borders. The going was slow now since Orin couldn’t move as swiftly as normal, but it was not too long after the tri-toned howl that Orin found the place where the wanderers were. When she stepped through the trees and finally saw the small family she stopped abruptly, her maw hanging open wide enough to capture flies.

“S.. Sky?” she managed to breath, and for a moment refused to believe her eyes. Was she seeing Sky just as she sometimes saw Demetrius, her lost son? Or was she and her progeny really here, in the flesh? Well, Sarian helped that one out when she ran up to the woman, tail wagging and tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth. Sarian barked and it brought Orin back to reality. The exuberant pup really had no manners, and she knew she had to say something before Sarian started chattering all kinds of awkward questions like she did to Deuce.

“Sarian, do you remember what I said about meeting wanderers?” Of course, Sky wasn’t really just any wanderer, but Sarian did not know the difference and should act accordingly. The young one groaned in protest and for a moment it looked like she would disobey, but after a hesitation the gray pup moved to Orin’s side. Orin’s golden eyes watched Sarian for a moment, just to have something else to look at for a minute, and then turned back to Sky.

“I thought… I thought you were…” It would probably just annoy the woman to say ‘I thought you had been killed by Taliesin and that he’s been covering it up somehow’ so she just stopped and shut her mouth.

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