06-19-2008, 07:28 PM
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Spring was turning out to be far less springy and much more damp and down here, than Poe had quite imagined. The grass grew intensely green and the trees swelled like proud parents overhead, and the dark, heavy waves that churned near her city home were mesmerizing, but there was only so much one could enjoy the drizzle. It made staying inside, curled up beside a small fire and waiting for sleep (and the intoxicating, tormented hybrid that she found there) to come to her much more tempting than she believed it should. She had fishing, exploring, collecting to do. The ghosts of people to see, places to be! So she found a lace-detailed umbrella in her overflowing closet, and set out into the luke-warm afternoon rain. Her efforts proved to be worthwhile. After finding a hole-in-the-wall antique store hat appeared relatively untouched since the downfall of the humans, she was quite nearly dragging her loot away. Her two oversized saddle bags were overflowing with fabrics that likely unfolded into clothing, and wood, metal and glass objects clinked and shuffled against each other beneath, weighing awkwardly from the tiny werewolf's shoulders, particularly when she was forced, with a loud, waggish yelp, to run for cover when the clouds grinded together, squeezing out buckets of rain onto the paved world below. In a peach party dress and a (quickly water-logged) wedding veil, Poe ducked under the canopy of an expired café, both grinning and wrinkling her nose up at the dark sky, while water dribbled from her cheeks and hair.  | ||