Open for anyone! 8D Dated for the 11th, at the Ruins--left it a bit vague so it can lead to anywhere.
Harrow was not the best hunter, but she was a good scrounger. Her hands brushed over the furs and pelts she had collected from the storage, some the course of the deer and others the plush of the rabbit. It was a rather odd and jumbled mix of colors and textures, as if a large hybrid of all the species was curled up in the dip in the ground where the woman slept. But, as she smoothed a patch of rodent fur, no creature stirred underneath her touch. All the pelts had imperfections on them--scars, she thought, still thinking of a beast--and knew that they would have otherwise been unused by others. What a waste, she thought, as she continued to fiddled with the pelts. They were still useful despite their somewhat unsightly appearance in certain places.
She rose from the hollowed ground and began to step towards the entrance, strong light peeling into the doorless building. A particular patch of fur suddenly opened its eyes, and a feline emerged from sea of furs, and followed closely at her side, pressing her flank against her ankle every so often. The dark woman faintly grinned down at Omitl, and once she sat down on the steps that lead into her house, she rubbed the lynx behind an ear, and a purr rumbled in response to the treatment. "Very good day," the cat murmured through a purr, shifting herself so that she could lay across the girl's legs. Harrow merely nodded, and looked out at the sky. It was a rather nice day indeed, the slight chill in the air and the gentle, nipping breeze. The sun was clear and warm, though, and it was rather pleasant, how it was both cool and heated, making a perfect balance.
Her hand moved over Omi's head absentmindedly as she thought. It had only been a few days since she had met her mother for the first time for--the time escaped her, but it was for too long. She was taken back into Salsola, and while her lowly rank stirred feelings within the proud girl, she was ultimately thankful for the mercy shown to her, especially from Eris. She vaguely remembered being damp and haggard that day, but what she remembered most was her mother's appearance. She did not say anything when she entered the house she was under to get away from the rain, but the silent hug said enough. The scene kept replaying in her mind, and she curled Omitl closer to her, her arms wrapping around the cat as if she was the stuffed rabbit. Rosemary was resting in a cubby in a wall, still needing a wash ever since she dropped her in mud. The lynx just took it in stride, and tried to go back to her nap. Harrow was just so happy to be back--with her mother, in Salsola--she didn't know what to do.
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