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What was this? A break in the rain? Ryan emerged from the cave situated not far from the den she shared with her daughter, fingers grasping the cool, damp rock as surprise clearly worked its way into her features. After all this miserable weather, Ryan would have only assumed that it would never stop raining. But it seemed that the clouds had grown tired of crying. At least, for now. The young Inferni woman turned back into the cave, grasping at the bag that housed much of her sewing supplies. She wouldn’t tell Valkyrie, but she was making the girl a dress for when she grew older and was able to shift. That was still months away, but Ryan had needed something to keep her hands busy. Maybe if she could find Ember again, Ryan could strike up some sort of trade. With all of her visits to Halifax, the hybrid had plenty of supplies for a few new projects.
The bag was swung over one shoulder, the bulk of it falling at her side and causing the plaid fabric of her dress the crease from the contact. A swipe of one hand sent the auburn curls bouncing over her shoulder, and the de le Poer set off. Common crimson eyes studied the greyscale horizon, looking for any sign as to whether or not the heavens would soon open up. Though sun was sparse, nothing looked too threatening. Perhaps the hybrid would be blessed with a few hours of calm to get her chores done. Traveling in damp clothing, Ryan had come to find, wasn’t quite comfortable.
She hiked the strap further up her shoulder, readjusting the bag so that it fell more against her back, rather than her side. Her destination was a common one, and the trail there was easy unmonitored. Ryan let her feet guide her as her crimson gaze searched the scenery. She didn’t see a soul in sight, but figured the other clan members were waiting out the rain in the mansion. Maybe they didn’t realize that the drizzle had ceased for now.
The stream was what she sought. It was here that she usually washed her clothes, preferring the fresh water over the bay which made her clothing stiff with salt. The purple dress was easily pulled over her head after the bag had bent gently set aside, and Ryan went to work. Kneeling along the shallow shore, she dipped the garment and begun to scrub at it. She was careful not to be too harsh, but it would be nice to have a clean dress again. The only problem that was likely to arise was the rain; she hoped the calm would last long enough for the fabric to dry.
When she finished, she laid the dress out on a bush, hoping the mist would hold off. It was strange for Ryan to be unclothed, but it reminded her of the occasional times she spent on four legs. It had been just under a week since the last time; the form was usually reserved for hunting. Brushing the bangs away from her eyes, Ryan decided to wander away from the stream. A strange scent had caught the girl off guard and her curiosity told her to investigate.
She watched amused when she finally discovered the woman holding a skull in her fingers. Inferni’s choice of exterior decorating had never bothered Ryan (though she knew Savina wasn’t a fan). She didn’t mind that someone had decided to add to it. Had she known the legacy of the woman before her, perhaps Ryan would have been mystified to be in her presence. Instead, the girl simply offered, "I may have some more twine in my bag," forgetting for that moment that the bag had been left behind with her drying dress.