01-08-2009, 07:45 PM
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Well, she was back again. Sort of; she had no intentions of rejoining Dahlia de Mai. Her sister was no longer there, and the time she'd spent at the bottom of the ranks, while understandable, had soured her to the pack. She was guilty, in a way, having left them with no Herbalist while she selfishly holed herself away in the mountains. There really had been no call for it, her departure, she'd had no reason to go. Not one Soul had told her she had to go. But go she had, a little over two months ago, at Samhain. Oh, she'd been planning to leave the pack itself... but the decision to vacation had come later.
She now stood near the edge of Berwick, nearer the springs than the Vineyard, not calling out, simply sitting, knees tucked against her clad chest, waiting for whomever might see her first, but hoping especially to gain entry long enough to head into Wolfville to gather some supplies from her clinic -- the possessive used in the loosest sense, as the clinic no longer really belonged to her -- and to be able to speak to Cercelee. Tobias, the red-tailed hawk that she and Pilot had saved, swirled lazily above her head, never far from her. The female hummed a tune to herself, her eyes alertly scanning the surroundings.
Nullam ipsum nunc, vulputate nec, nonummy euismod, tempus a, mauris.
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Well, she was back again. Sort of; she had no intentions of rejoining Dahlia de Mai. Her sister was no longer there, and the time she'd spent at the bottom of the ranks, while understandable, had soured her to the pack. She was guilty, in a way, having left them with no Herbalist while she selfishly holed herself away in the mountains. There really had been no call for it, her departure, she'd had no reason to go. Not one Soul had told her she had to go. But go she had, a little over two months ago, at Samhain. Oh, she'd been planning to leave the pack itself... but the decision to vacation had come later.
She now stood near the edge of Berwick, nearer the springs than the Vineyard, not calling out, simply sitting, knees tucked against her clad chest, waiting for whomever might see her first, but hoping especially to gain entry long enough to head into Wolfville to gather some supplies from her clinic -- the possessive used in the loosest sense, as the clinic no longer really belonged to her -- and to be able to speak to Cercelee. Tobias, the red-tailed hawk that she and Pilot had saved, swirled lazily above her head, never far from her. The female hummed a tune to herself, her eyes alertly scanning the surroundings.
Nullam ipsum nunc, vulputate nec, nonummy euismod, tempus a, mauris.