the paths not taken

Lilin Soulstorm · 06-09-2012, 12:16 PM

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(315) no worries jamesbutt.:>

Nimble fingers dived into the box's contents, manipulating different fabrics and sorting through clothing. Most items were pushed aside; either too worn or not quite corresponding to what she was looking for. Bedding such as blankets or bedspread would be ideal in prevision of an impending winter. Anything that would provide a considerable touch of warmth during the freezing period. They had more mouths to feed and thus, more friends and family to keep sheltered from mother nature. Lilin had already taken the initiative to salvage whatever pelts the boys brought home from their hunting sessions; using the salts she'd obtained from evaporated sea water brought back to Jordheim. The Soulstorm heir had stored them away in an unclaimed house where they would remain out of sight until they could use them. A lilac shawl's thread hooked itself to one of her digits, which she lifted out of the cardbox to examine more closely. It was pretty but quite unpractical, she mused; noting the little holes adorning the fabric.

The sound of four hooves hitting the pavement announced what should have been her beau's arrival. Assumptions were never good, however. ''Saul! In here!'' she called out, all the while closing in on the short distance between her standing point and the storage unit's entrance. Her receivers weren't as pricked and alert as they should have been - her strong expectations abolishing the possibility of encountering someone else this far out in the city. It was only when she brought a hand up to shield her eyes from the scorching sunlight, intently focused on the silhouette that should have been masculine, that understanding washed over her. Someone was headed her way but that person was undoubtedly female and the horse wasn't one of Saul's either. ''Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else,'' she admitted apologetically when the rider was within talking range.

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