01-14-2010, 01:36 AM
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Wasn't sure if she was under an awning or like...a piece of roof that had fallen and was propped up against a house, so let me know if this isn't right XD SoSuWriMo 279
A large gust blew over her and nearly knocked the slender femme off balance. She glared out at the wintery world, an annoyed growl rumbling in her throat. "How does anyone stand this blasted weather!" she cried out in frustration. She was built for spring and summer, that was when she had been born and that was when she flourished. Savina wondered if Ghita and Ehno had as hard a time adjusting to Nova Scotia's winters as she did. Even getting through one had not made it any easier. The thing that she definitely missed the most about Italy was the weather. Having it be warm all year round was a gift that the fey was sorely missing now.
Grumbling to herself her thoughts were interrupted when a short call came out from up ahead. Brows knit together in confusion and concerned. The voice sounded somewhat young and she couldn't help but wonder if it were a call for help. Bundling her arms around her even tighter Savina trudged forward in the direction that she thought the yip had come from, though with the howling wind it was hard to tell where it had originated. Her hair whipped about her face as emerald eyes searched for any sign of another. Finally she caught a flash of color in the white and gray world. It was a younger coyote it looked like, though not as young as she had thought, huddling under a roof. Slowly she approached, hoping to convey that she meant no harm. "Hello, are you alright?" she called out over the howl of the air. Something about the other looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.
A large gust blew over her and nearly knocked the slender femme off balance. She glared out at the wintery world, an annoyed growl rumbling in her throat. "How does anyone stand this blasted weather!" she cried out in frustration. She was built for spring and summer, that was when she had been born and that was when she flourished. Savina wondered if Ghita and Ehno had as hard a time adjusting to Nova Scotia's winters as she did. Even getting through one had not made it any easier. The thing that she definitely missed the most about Italy was the weather. Having it be warm all year round was a gift that the fey was sorely missing now.
Grumbling to herself her thoughts were interrupted when a short call came out from up ahead. Brows knit together in confusion and concerned. The voice sounded somewhat young and she couldn't help but wonder if it were a call for help. Bundling her arms around her even tighter Savina trudged forward in the direction that she thought the yip had come from, though with the howling wind it was hard to tell where it had originated. Her hair whipped about her face as emerald eyes searched for any sign of another. Finally she caught a flash of color in the white and gray world. It was a younger coyote it looked like, though not as young as she had thought, huddling under a roof. Slowly she approached, hoping to convey that she meant no harm. "Hello, are you alright?" she called out over the howl of the air. Something about the other looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.