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Location: Great Village, IF Date: 25 Aug* (Foredated) Weather: Mainly sunny, somewhat overcast, warm Time: Midday/early afternoon? |
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alll the horses lol |
665 HEY I USED THE ACTUAL WEATHER 8B!!! also myrika stole a cloak from IF storage. nyah. 8B
Myrika is by Kiri!
The schoolhouse was astoundingly quiet. Myrika had sent them all away -- Amnesty, Oblivion, and Kaena. Only blind Halo remained, and she, as per her custom, did not rouse herself from her room. Myrika was grateful that the old woman had, at least, seen to Cahal and the horse that had carried Cassie to Inferni's borders. The blood scrubbed from her and the saddle removed, the Palomino was accepted by friendly Farai immediately, though Myri kept Eira and her colt in the rearmost pen. The sheep milled about in their small pen, one or two bleating now and again. Cahal was still in his stall -- there weren't enough corrals. She'd have to try to expand, or split the largest. Contemplating with dull and tired eyes from her perch beneath the porch, Myrika attempted to distract herself with the mundane, at least until she remembered the palomino wasn't a permanent resident and wouldn't be staying.
Then, it was only to sneak over to the side of the schoolhouse and bend over, peering down on the sleeping form therein. Perhaps she kept expecting her sister to disappear, and that was why she continually checked on her -- though logically, Myri knew the ankle kept Cassie where she was. At least, without a horse, she couldn't hope to go very far at all. The redhead watched the rise and fall of the pale chest a moment and turned back to her horses. It wasn't a minute later before she was turning around again, though, and moving to the inside of the schoolhouse. She went into her workshop and worked at cleaning the saddle that had carried Cassie here. She scrubbed a patch of dirt, and then left it where it was on the bench. She saddled Cahal and rode him out of the gate without dismounting, shutting it behind her with a foot. Keeping him at a slow -- and quiet -- walk until well away from the schoolhouse, the woman kicked him into a gallop, unmindful of his pace until they reached the trees and underbrush of the forest.
Returning from the hospital house and greenhouse with whatever she thought her sister might need and then some, Myrika rode Cahal at an easier pace, sorry that she'd driven him so hard once she saw the figure, still unmoving, within her room. She walked the stallion about to cool him down and then simply let him wander, certain he would not meander far from the village, let alone Inferni itself. The hybrid found herself thereafter hunting. Too tired to shift and back again, she stalked around in her two-legged form absurdly, frustrating herself until dumb luck presented her with opportunity. Even then, she nearly bungled it in her exhaustion, and only just barely carried the young doe back to the village slung over a shoulder.
She was presented with a conundrum when she could not remember her sister's preference as to cooked or raw meat. In the end, she ate a small meal of part of a flank after building a small fire to cook a few cuts on crude sticks, leaving the rest of the animal intact. With nothing else she could think to do, the hybrid simply slumped against the old brick and watched the embers of her low fire die out. Her limbs felt twitchy, and she thought about going to tell someone, anyone, she might be lacking in attentiveness for a few days -- or longer, if she was well and truly lucky. As she thought about it, though, the long hours since her sister had fallen asleep and the fact that she'd already dismissed the usual residents of the Village into greater Inferni kept her from doing so. Instead, she crept back inside and settled down beside her pale sister. She closed her eyes and drifted into a warm nap, though her sleep was light enough that she did not fear missing movement so close to her.
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