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Location: The Ruins, SL Date: 02 July (Backdated) Weather: Cloudy and drizzling Time: Afternoon |
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Draugr is by Wander!
The rain drummed against her rooftop, an endless soft pattering. Draugr listened with a lazily half-cocked ear, her eyes struggling to focus on a small, battered book. Though it was only a children's book, she could not understand most of the shapes within. The dark-furred wolfdog had long considered asking for tutoring; however, she was not certain just who to ask. To ask the wrong canine and admit weakness simply would not do.
Though the book was made for children and therefore sturdier than the massive, thin-paged volumes Draugr had seen once or twice, the hybrid did not fling it with her frustration. She carefully replaced it in the alcove it shared with a candle and huffed to extinguish the flame. The room grew dimmer, though a few other candles cast their dancing orange-yellow light. A muffled snort told her Dyrne was irritated -- perhaps with being cooped up inside.
Her eyes fell on the array of shiny steel in the corner. The two-handed axe, sword, and dagger were neatly arranged atop a winter-bright elk pelt. Dra ran her fingers over the sword's hilt and then the axe's handle, though she picked up the dagger. There was no need for either weapon within Salsola's borders, after all, and even if there was, she hadn't the faintest idea what she was doing with either the axe or the sword. At least the dagger was simple.
Sliding into her pale skirt, the hybrid strapped the dagger on her hip and fiddled with herself a moment -- straightening a necklace, switching a bracelet from one wrist to the other, running fingers through black and silver hair -- before stepping out into the stables. She offered Dyrne a handful of the wonderful grasses the horse so liked to eat, and left her home behind. She walked through the ruins without aim, though already she considered visiting either of her agemates: Ataxia or Artemisia? The former was closer, but it had been longer since she'd seen the latter.
Convinced, the hybrid moved quickly, paying no mind to the soft rain that fell in spurts against her fur. It stopped entirely for a long moment, only to begin again a moment later.
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