11-28-2009, 01:35 AM
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dated to the night of the 28th. 300+
The sun was setting and her mother had definitely been right; the sunsets here were beautiful. Rikka lounged with her back against one of the walls that was the entrance to her cave. She was still getting used to the fact that she was actually living back in Inferni. It still didn't seem real. Maybe it was because things were so different than she had remembered them. That was a good thing though, not all of her memories of the clan were that fond. The nagging question of whether or not she had made the right decision still itched at the back of her mind, but for now she wasn't worrying about it. Things had gone smoothly thus far and she wouldn't taint that with worrying over the things that could go wrong. If she focused on that then things probably would go wrong. A positive outlook went a long way, and that's how the woman was going to live. The wind howled past the cave opening and it sent a chill down the de le Poer's spine. It was getting cold here, and she was without any blankets. That would be something she would have to remedy soon. However, she wanted something to take the chill off now and the only way to do that would be to start a fire. Rikka got to her feet and walked around gathering some dry sticks that would suffice for a small, personal fire. Once she had enough she moved back to her cave and arranged them in a little pile. A hand rummaged in her pack for one of the packs of matches and took it out. She struck the match and placed it under the stick, leaning over and gently blowing on the flame to encourage it to grow. Within a minute or so the sticks were catching and she sat back satisfied. The silver and gold hybrid huddled close to the little fire, holding her hands over it to catch the warmth. |