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Vicare stepped out of his dome-shaped house and drank in the sight of the Vinátta settlement. It was just before sunset by the feeling in his bones, but the sun still lingered in the softly blue sky, determined to make the most of the longer days that were a gift of the season. Beneath its waning intensity, the glass windows of the houses glittered like vertical panes of water. It was a beautiful sight, and Vicare took it all in, delighting in the luminance that surrounded him. Briefly, he turned to glance into his own home, which was located toward the back of the disorganized array of earthen structures. Inside were all his worldly possessions: the weapons and wine from Saul, the deer hide that was currently serving as bedding.
The Frithr necklace he now wore around his front right ankle, winding the cord several times to tighten it into place. He knew it had been meant to go around his neck, but the thought of placing anything around his throat didn’t agree with the tawny male. Maybe it was instinct, or maybe it was just because he wasn’t yet used to the idea. Nevertheless, he was fond of the charm. It made him feel as though he were a part of something.
Presently, Vicare stretched and began making his way through the rest of the village. His eyes roamed, obvious in their curiosity, and subconsciously, his tail swung behind him as an indication of his inviting mood. He glanced briefly into windows as he passed them, though never for more than a second or two, interested in nothing but the ways in which his fellow Vináttans chose to decorate their homes. He had no particular destination in mind, but the idea of hunting did occur to him. Perhaps he would pursue that course of action, but for now, he was content to stroll leisurely between the clusters of houses, sating nothing but his curiosity with the pleasure of his situation’s newness.