461 x_x sorry again, can skip the first two paragraphs :3
Draugr is by Alaine!
Draugr was almost always able to entertain herself with thoughts, but she found on this day, none surfaced from the always-ready murkiness of her subconscious. There were no conclusions to be drawn from this dreary landscape. Surely it was beautiful in high summer, but with the steady march onward of autumn, it had lost some of its charm. There was a strong coldness to this place, more palpable than below the mountain chain. Perhaps Halcyon's true purpose was simply to buffer Salsola and the other southlands from the frigid cold of the north. Eventually winter won out, as it always did, but it seemed to Draugr it would sweep in more quickly here, settling over this dead chunk of suburbia to wreak another season of freezing and thawing on the already overburdened buildings -- some would, no doubt, collapse beneath the weight of snow and ice. Perhaps Dra would live to see the day only brick construction remained -- all the wood having rotted away, but she thought she might be underestimating even these suburban homes and their sturdiness.
She was contemplating these thoughts, uninteresting as they seemed, when a patter of feet caught her attention. It was drawn sharply to the street, where she perceived a young canine -- perhaps her own age, thought Draugr rarely seemed her yearling state -- frolicking and practically dancing through the streets. For her part, the earthen-hued wolfdog merely tilted her head, purple eyes watching the play of the stranger with curiosity. She could not remember ever having played and frolicked in such a manner, but she had in her youngest days, no doubt. There was no judgement on the Tradesman's part for others' engaging in play, and in fact considered it a mark of strangeness on herself that she did not and had not engaged in such behaviors. It was natural and normal to play, and yet there was no desire to do so within her. Different, she thought, using the word she and Itachi had both used to describe themselves as children.
As she watched, the wolf seemed to become aware of Draugr's presence. The movement ceased all of a sudden, and there was a sudden shrinkage from the she-wolf. The startling change in demeanor drew Draugr out of her self-absorbed thoughts. The Salsolian stood slowly, holding both coal-hued hands at her sides non-threateningly. Hi, she said. Did you find something worth dancing over? she asked, purple eyes glancing over the bag carried by the stranger. There was sheer politeness to the wolfdog's tone, as she was perfectly capable of emulating cordiality and chose to do so in most interactions. This, she had discovered, was more productive than simply asking questions. Others frequently perceived this as brashness and impoliteness, and thus lessened the likelihood of sating her curiosity.
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