It was amazing how content one could feel once they had finished a difficult task. Lillith had finally finished setting her new abode in a way that pleased her, sweeping and cleaning what was left of that Sunders dog away. It had been only by chance that she had stumbled upon the cottage several weeks ago, and claimed it immediately as her own. Amy had done a good job of fixing up the major problems, such as rotting beams and holes in the stacked stone façade, so there had been barely any heavy lifting on Lillith’s part. Now it was a cozy place (at least in her mind) that she could be alone and do her work.
Her first assignment had been given to her much sooner than she had anticipated and the Atheed herself had asked for a slain fox to be turned into a fashionable cloak. Lillith was nearly finished with it now; it was turning out quite well for her first real garment, before this she had merely made jewelry and baubles. But the cloak was a thing of beauty, the body of the fox would lay on the wearer’s shoulders and from it soft, brown dyed and double layered cotton cloth would flow. She had been lucky to find the cloth in a nearby human town nearly completely intact, along with several other fabrics. Her storage room was slowly filling up.
But she knew stressed hands did not stitch as precisely as rested ones, so she had taken a break to take a walk along the coastline. She had taken with her the long pipe she had found and cleaned, and stuffed it to the brim with hashish. The tall, red woman then donned the black leopard pelt cloak her parents had given her and puffed her way down to the rocky beach. She walked until the stones gave way to sand, and the roar of the waves crashing against the shore nearly drowned out all thought, and the hashish clouded her senses. It was because of this and only because of this that she did not notice the golden, sandy male until she was nearly right on top of him. She paused, her clouded eyes looking him over; he was dirty and did not smell of Anathema; a loner she presumed. She stood before him like some strange skeletal thing with judging eyes, but said nothing.
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