[AW+] unladen, empty and turned to stone
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Set at about April 3rd, probably. Seculi form. Wood gathering for mansion repairs.
535


by Raze

This was less than ideal.

She had a leg, now, but it was unwieldy and uncomfortable. The more she wore it, the worse it became. She'd have to make another iteration before long, but for now -- there was work to do. In the aftermath of the Red Star, the mansion needed repairs, and that meant wood.

Unfortunately, the leg wasn't stable enough for Dorcas to safely wield an axe. She'd had to ask Oliver to do it. She watched him fell small, thin trees and cut them down to size. When she thought it would help, she offered advice. The tan coyote became more irate as the day went on, either because of the exertion or because of Dorcas's presence. He'd snapped in response to her orders once or twice.

They'd argued about whether Dorcas ought to be here for this, with Oliver insisting that he was fine and capable of doing things on his own, and most certainly not a child. Dorcas, meanwhile, insisted that she ought to be there to make sure it was done right. In truth, she was rather afraid of her charge suffering the same fate she'd gone through, and wanted to be there to make sure a tree didn't fall on him - even if none of the the trees he fell were truly large enough to cause the kind of damage that had been done to her leg.

Despite this, it was still a surprise to her when Oliver threw down the axe, and left in a huff. In his wake, she had a pile of wood suitable for repairing the mansion, and a log or two that needed to be pared down.

Well.

Dorcas waited several moments for her companion to return, and when he did not, she opted to begin moving the wood. Piece by piece, since she lacked a cart to carry it in. It had occurred to her that she might be able to drive the cart, if she could climb up it, but she wasn't confident in her ability to direct a horse. It had been so long since she'd ridden one that Dorcas wasn't even sure she could remember how to get it to obey her commands.

While she meandered toward the mansion with a plank in her mouth, Dorcas considered whether making something smaller than a cart - a sled - that she could harness around her own body would be more practical. At least, it felt more practical than trying to re-learn how to ride a horse. This thought was quietly filed away in the back of her mind, under a list called 'ideas'.

Tremors rolled through the ground while she walked. It wasn't as bad as the days before, but the sensation of the earth moving beneath her feet was always a disconcerting one. She didn't fall, but once or twice, she traveled a little too close to the foliage than she'd meant to. Grass and leaves scraping against her made her internally wince. Her coat was a crisscross of burn scars, bare skin, and gray fur; trying to put out a fire with her own body had been a bad idea, but it'd been the only one she had at the time.

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Hope you don't mind me! And a much shorter post than yours. .-.

Kallistos had stuck nearer to home for the past few days, knowing that the Clan needed it. As much as he wanted to just be pissed of in a huff somewhere else, he wasn't completely selfish. There had been a time, even, when he was very focused on his group. Lately that hadn't been the case and it had been the cause of his fall to Civilis. He was still more mad at his aunt about that than he was accepting of his fate and new position, but he wasn't going to take that out on the Clan as a whole. At least not right now.

He knew there were needs and was going to try to help fulfill them. The Civilis left behind his bow and arrows, as they would just get in his way. There was still a dagger strapped to his hip but it was more for use in preparing things rather than for a fight. Though he never really expected a fight this deep into Clan territory, anyway. If someone got here and wished ill on Inferni, then the patrollers weren't doing their job right.

The Secui form of a clanmate drew his eye. She appeared to be struggling with a piece of wood and he moved toward her with his arms forward to assist. "That seems like a pain in the as- holy shit, should you even be walking around!?" he exclaimed as he looked more closely and noticed the myriad of burns across her body. His eyes were wide and his mouth open a bit in shock. If he had burns like that, he'd be at home drinking or smoking.
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I don't mind! And that's fine. I can never tell how long a post is going to end up being until I finish. Sometimes I just words.
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by Raze

Dorcas released the wood once the man offered to assist - and also because she'd need her mouth to reply, and she couldn't say anything if she was busy dragging a plank around. I will live, she replied.

Most animals preferred to hide their wounds and pretend to be normal and well for the sake of the sake of defense. A wounded animal was prey for the predator, and even a wounded predator might attract unwanted attention from a rival if he was too obvious about it. Luperci were intelligent and capable of great things, like moving beyond one's instincts - even necessary, self-protective instincts like this one.

Arguably, though, the urge to pretend she was fine and well (despite the obvious burns) would only end up re-opening her wounds the more she did and the more she worked. She wasn't alone in the wilderness anymore, and didn't need to pretend she was fine, really, but that was her first impulse.

I can't risk shapeshifting right now, she said, though she would do so later to repair the mansion. It was true, in a sense - she had a wooden leg now to replace the missing one, but she didn't feel stable enough to walk outside on it, so therefore she'd not do it now. She felt a little guilty about bending the truth, but thought she might as well turn his concern to a productive use. Help me carry these back? she said, and gestured with her snout to point toward the stack of cut wood behind her.

My name is Dorcas de le Poer, by the way. Mercatura. I work with wood, though I am unable to cut it from the trees on my own presently. If she was going to rope him into helping her, she might as well be polite. The Mansion is damaged, and I saw that we were out of wood to repair it with. Unfortunately, my friend who has cut the wood has left.

She wasn't about to explain the argument she had with him, so she left it at that.

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Often you make the beautiful words. :3

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Kallistos knew it was probably rude to stare, but she was covered in burns, it was kind of hard to miss. "Was that from what happened? I mean, I heard that you could get singed, but shit..." he had no idea that he could have been burned. It was probably rude to ask, but the boy had never really mastered politeness.

The male moved forward to help her, picking up a piece of wood and hefting it more easily in his form than she was in hers. "That bites. I mean, I like being on four legs sometimes, but being stuck that way would be really lame." he replied with a twitch of his tail. At least he had stopped gaping like an idiot at her for a bit.

"Kallistos Moineau, Civilis." the title tasted bitter on his tongue as he said it, but he didn't dwell on it. His anger at his aunt wasn't something he was going to bring out with a stranger. "Good to meet you, Dorcas." yet another de le Poer in a long litany of de le Poers that he had met. They came and went so frequently, he wasn't even sure how many were currently residing within the clan.

He considered what she had said about the Mansion. "I'll help, just tell me what to do. I'm not really a skilled woodworker or anything by any means. I do some blacksmithing, but it's not the same thing at all." he said with a shake of his head. "Do you think we need anything besides wood to repair what you saw damaged?" Kalli hadn't even helped assess any of it. In that way, he had lashed out at his aunt's decision to demote him and raise Vici up instead. It wasn't his responsibility to help heal the Mansion's broken parts. At least no more than a general member's.
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Thank you! Also, sorry about the late reply.
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by Raze

Dorcas's reply was circumspect. For someone who valued telling the truth, she sure left out a lot of information.I work with wood. Wood burns easily. The ground shook, and a candle fell off my table. She said, and gestured with her muzzle to indicate the candle's descent.

Explanation given, Dorcas skillfully glided over to the next subject. As for repairs, I-- Oh, no. She can't make it seem like she's doing the repairs, or she'll have someone else scolding her next. The memory of Jehan's words still stung, dog or no. --it could use some nails. Perhaps some hide glue.

Thinking fast (and without much consideration about whether it was a sin; it was for the greater good, after all) Dorcas added, Blacksmithing? That's a rare talent. I've not encountered many who are capable of it in my travels." And while that statement in itself was true - its intent was deceptive in nature. Dorcas knew that most people preferred to talk about themselves, and she was simply exploiting this with hopes that the man might not notice her little slip-up.

Her voice was flat, her face stern - betraying no anxiety or nerves - and nothing in her body language gave away the intent of her words, other than the fact that she'd change the subject. It might have been taken as simple curiosity.

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No worries! ^_^

"Oh." he replied, for once a bit at a loss for words. "Well that bites." Kalli expanded, feeling this was a rather lame continuation of what he was saying but not sure what else to say. It wasn't like she didn't know it sucked and she surely didn't need his sorriness for it. Dorcas appeared to have moved onward already from her issue and still contributing to the pack. So he left it there.

They had moved on easily to the more important topic: repairs. Nails. "Nails. I could find or make some. Though the making would take longer than the finding." he said, thinking out loud. There might be some around. They weren't overly difficult to make. They would also need a hammer to pound them into the lumber.

He didn't notice her slip up, being fully focused on what he needed to do. "Ah, well, I am only a novice. A clanmate was teaching me." but she hadn't been around much lately. "I am improving each time I work, though. Have you done a lot of traveling, then, before coming to roost here?"

Kalli looked at her stern face and frowned slightly, uncertain what that meant accompanied by her flat tone. "Are you sure you're okay?" something was off, but he couldn't tell what. Maybe she was just always like this. He had never met her before and the de le Poers were an odd bunch, a lot of them acted... strangely.
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Figured it's unrealistic for Dorcas to have burn wounds while the healer doesn't notice she's wandered off after being treated, heh.
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by Raze

Dorcas acknowledged his attempts at consoling her with a nod, and little more. She didn't want to dwell on that subject for too long, lest he ask for more information on how exactly she caught fire. He didn't seem the type to scold her, but still - that had been an embarrassing mistake.

Either would be sufficient, though new nails would last longer, and it is good for a craftsman to learn his trade. They were nearing the Mansion, now. The gray coyote made her way toward the back at a slow, ambling pace while they talked. It suited her healing body just fine, too - she was already tired and in need of rest.

What do you intend to do with your smithing? Every craftsman had plans, she thought. Do you have a future project in mind, when you've grown skilled enough to complete it? Dorcas was fascinated by the idea of blacksmithing, and what could be created with it. The look in her eyes was a curious one; it was a rare chance to bond with someone who shared her own inclination to work with one's hands.

When he asked about her travels, she replied. Yes. I can't tell you how long it's been since I left home, or the path I took, but it's been a long trip. She didn't know the exact date of when she'd left home, but she had some sense that it been more than a year. Her birthday had come and gone while she was within Inferni's borders, and she was three years old now.

They traveled past the stumps that passed for a meeting ground. With a flick of her tail, she indicated that the wood ought to be placed by the Mansion's door. She gave an awkward shrug when he asked her if anything was wrong. Thank you for helping me. There's more to retrieve in the woods, but---

She saw something moving out of the corner of her eye. A figure stepping out from the Hospital House. Harosheth? Dorcas didn't want to turn and look directly at her, but it looked like her.

I have to go, she muttered, low enough for Kallistos to hear, but perhaps not the Eternian coyote. Even if her muscles ached with each movement, even if she felt like she was on fire, she didn't want to stick around to see the healer's reaction to her shifting. She darted off and around the Mansion, toward its front end, without waiting for so much as a goodbye.

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As of April 1st, Dorcas is covered in burn scars.
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So sorry for my slow. I'll archive here then? XD

He didn't pry more. Perhaps because it didn't really occur to him to ask more or to want to know more. She had gotten burned. It sucked. Moving on from that to their present action made sense to him.

"I can make some, then." or they could do both. It wasn't like they had to all be found or made. They could do a mix. It did make him think more about what he needed to do to make nails. They weren't overly complicated, but they were crafted. He wanted to make sure they would fit what he was doing, too. There would need to be different sizes and lengths depending on what they were doing.

When asked about what he wanted to do with his smithing, he shrugged. "I dunno. I started doing it mostly out of boredom, wanted something to do with my hands. And then I just sort of ... kept doing it. I guess I'd like to eventually learn to make weapons, though." that was a much more complicated venture than what he could do right now. Right now he was more nails and arrowheads; the simpler things to craft. They required less finesse and also less aesthetic beauty.

She had been out and about from her home for a long time. He had not really left his home much. "It's gotta be weird being far from home. I've never gone real far from here. Just day trips and shit." he rolled his shoulders. It wasn't what most wanted, probably, but he hadn't felt an urge to really travel far from Inferni ever.

Just as she was starting to explain what she should do, she paused out of the corner of her eye. Before he could ask what had happened, the coyote muttered that she had to leave and darted away. He frowned, puzzled and uncertain of what to do next. Well. That was an... interesting de le Poer.
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