Do not pray for me

Isabella Heiwa · 05-08-2012, 07:33 PM

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i derped. so tired lately ahmg

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Isabella nodded at the other woman as she explained the tide. It was not a concept she was terribly familiar with but she had seen it in Montreal. When the heavy winter snows melted, the rivers surrounding the bay city would rise and flood. She also noticed that there were hours when the water would be a little lower, especially on the lake she had traveled along to reach this place. The water there had gone up and down oddly. She had not figured out why, but she knew that sometimes it was hard to see the beach for the water covering it that would later recede from it. "Is that what it is called?" she muttered, more to herself than to Eris.

Eris had accomplished building a fishing weir, so that they may fish during the winter months. The sea would be certainly more forceful then. Even the lakes had been grey and raging during the cold months. "That is certainly a comfort in case the moose and deer are harder to find this summer. Plenty of packs starve when they change their movement." But they were the Thistle kingdom. They would starve for they were prepared. They had fish and they would have meat. They deserved no less. "Perhaps our next project ought to be a pen for deer?" Isabella gave a light laugh, at the audacity of it. Deer ran free. Who had tamed them? Who could tame them in such a way? A year round herd of deer would be certainly nice. Though raising and feeding them would be an annoying, especially the winter months.

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