[aw] grow a stone sanctuary
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Setting Location Form NPCs
Location: Hades Beach, IF

Date: 11 July* (Backdated)

Weather: Clear, very warm, sunny

Time: Late morning
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Myrika is by me!

Leadership hadn't been exceedingly difficult or different, as Myrika saw it. Thus far, she'd only had to do a few things -- and even those she was almost used to, thanks to what Ezekiel had done before he'd left. Though she was perhaps the last to realize it, her cousin had put her through a rigorous sort of training in order to prepare her for this role. She'd served as a scout and she'd served as a historian, cataloguing the clan's history. Perhaps the only thing he hadn't taught her was how to fight -- but then again, maybe Ezekiel had known better.

Her knuckles, arms, legs, and just about everywhere else ached from the beating she'd taken at Remy's hands. Ithiel was just as frequent a partner as the Cajun, of course, but the redhead sometimes thought her cousin took it easy on her when he might have beaten a man bloody. Remy afforded her no such luxuries, as the bruises could attest quite easily. Though invisible through her fur, the hybrid felt purple and swollen in more places than she knew.

It was for this reason the redhead was simply relaxing this morning. She'd ridden Cahal along the beach for some distance, and upon finding a suitable spot, sprawled out. Her lengthy body was made even lengthier by the stretch of her legs. Her arms were tucked up beneath her head, pillowing it, and her turquoise eyes were lidded. The sun was bright and merry today, a rare clear day on the Bay of Fundy, and she intended to make good use of it. Her horse munched on the long shore grasses, a few feet away. Cahal never wandered far and even if he left her entirely, he would not leave the clan's territory.

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