It's The Little Things

Ragna

POSTED: Tue Jan 01, 2019 1:58 pm

OOC: Hee Haw Orchard, the barn. ^^ WC: 452

IC: Taking care of the pack's horses and other livestock was part of Sedona's every day routine. Waking up before the sun was even close to breaching the horizon, making her way to the Orchard, to the stables and beginning to morning rounds with all the animals was something the cowgirl actually looked forward to. The tasks of feeding and watering the animals, mucking their stalls and enclosures, bringing them out to pasture, grooming them, treating any wounds or illnesses, and in today's case, bringing extra blankets for the pack's resident equines was all part of the job description and Sedona loved every part of it. The Hawkesond lived and breathed horses, cattles and anything to do with ranch work. It was in her blood to work hard. Her sense of duty to the pack and its animals was unparalleled. Not even the worst blizzard could keep her from the barn.

Sensing that new harsher weather was just around the corner the next few days, Sedona had taken a special trip to the pack's storage to grab some extra insulating blankets for the horses. The colder the temperatures dropped, the more likely the horses were to become cold, even inside their newly renovated, sheltered barn. The low burning braziers in the structure would only do so much to provide heat. The animals themselves would require individual measures for best effect. Noting that they would soon be running out of blankets if the pack came to acquire any more equines, the Hawkesond figured she'd need to go out on a trade mission to get some more textiles.

As she came back up the pathway from the storage building to the barn, the girl almost tripped on some buried object into the snow lain across the middle of the pathway. The pile of folded, colorful wool horse blankets nearly tumbling out of her arms, the cowgirl exclaimed and glanced around her feet. Protruding from the ground was an antler, shed from a an elk it appeared based on the size. Surprised by the find, the woman carefully kneeled and reached for it, shaking it free of snow and clinging earth before setting it atop the teetering pile of blankets, and continuing on her way to the barn. Once she'd distributed all the blankts, she could take a moment to better examine the antler, see if it was worth using for anything. SHe knew that antlers like this could be made into a variety of useful items from weapons to whistles.The idea of a new knife excited the Hawkesond and she smiled softly to herself at the idea as she reached for the handle to the large stable doors, the blankets swaying unsteadily as she did.

Mistfell Vale
Whalstray (NPC)
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Luperci Mate to Sineria

POSTED: Sat Jan 12, 2019 8:40 pm

Optime | Hee Haw Orchard (+637)

Omfg, I haven’t written Ragna being so mean since the Boreas Conflict ;___; Sorry, Sedona!

It had been a little while since Ragna had ventured out to the communal barn. Not too entirely long, but, long enough that it was obviously not within the scout’s duties or interests to maintain and keep track of the pack’s livestock that were housed there. Ragna was a scout, after all, and her time was spent more towards gathering intelligence and looking out for the security of the pack. Of what time she had beyond her duties, Ragna often spent maintaining her fighting figure, as well as being self-reliant for food or otherwise.

The curious thought to check up on the communally-owned animals had occurred to her while she had been maintaining her own horses.

With Glade out doing one thing or another, Ragna had made the trek down to the orchard by her lonesome. She wondered how the new animals were holding up now that they had been within ownership of the Vale for nearly two months. They had all been rounded up in the aftermath of a mysterious fire that had scattered any semblance of their former home. Horses, chickens, sheep, and even a few goats. Unfortunate as it was for the reason behind their acquirement though, it was to the Vale’s benefit. Still relatively young, the pack had been very much lacking in terms of communal wealth, food, and goods. And, with any luck, with things having settled for the time being, the Vale would be able to further expand their number of livestock this upcoming spring.

The trek from Winterwynd to Hee Haw Orchard didn’t take long, especially with taking one of the more well-worn paths. Ragna had left the house dressed in her usual, dark and rather bland attire. Her shemagh wrapped warmly around her neck and about her shoulders, helping cut back a bit of the cold. Her deerskin cloak was worn atop her usual long-sleeve shirt, vest, and pants. It wasn’t the warmest thing, but, for the price she had paid for it, and for what she needed it for, it worked just as well.

Upon arriving at the barn, Ragna’s pace had become leisurely. The work she and Kenai—and others—had done during the summer months had paid off. The orchard looked more and more well kept each time she visited the place. No doubt, the livestock appreciated the time and effort their Luperci masters had spent on their comfort and safety. Ragna eventually made her way around to the barn, where she was surprised to find another’s presence there.

Seeing the teetering pile of blankets, the Eklund’s feet moved on their own accord. She intersected the other promptly, prying open one of the large stable doors for the fellow Mistwalker. “Here, let me help you with that,” she said.

It took a moment for that stench to reach her nostrils.

And, when it did, Ragna realized who she had unwittingly helped. It was that coywolf that had joined the pack some months ago, Madonna, or whatever her name was. Her scent was almost as prominent around the barn as the smell of horse manure was.

She should have just let the coydog struggle.

A shame that she couldn’t simply depart from the scene now that she had already made herself involved. Ragna Eklund of Boreas would not be known for running off simply because a coyote mutt walked across her path. She took a breath—and tried to focus on the smell of winter and the barn around her than the coyote hybrid in front of her—and let it out slowly.

“Where do you plan on taking these?” The question came out harmless-sounding enough, more neutral and simply curious about the purpose for the tall stack in the Hawkesond’s arms.

Ragna Eklund

Mistfell Vale
Wolverthorne
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Do not go gentle
into that good night

POSTED: Wed Jan 30, 2019 5:46 pm

OOC: Good thing she's being civil! Lmao! Sedona is so hard to get riled up even when being insulted to her face. XD[/b] WC: 370

IC: Sedona was usually someone who was hard to get offended. She took most people's attitudes and moods as their own and never personal. It was a lot easier to be responsible for one's own emotions if you could view the world as something in your own control based on the choices life presented to you. The coywolf believed that there was always a choice. And it just depended on what you chose to determine the outcome of a situation. Indeed fate could play parts in a decision, but fate never pushed anyone too far. You were never dealt more than you could handle.

Sedona was not a spiritual or religious person, she just held a very firm moral code. And the number one rule was treating others how you wanted to be treated. The cowgirl couldn't have known of the extreme distaste her newfound company had for her. BUt if she had, all Sedona could do was try to politely change the woman's outlook. Not all coyotes were bad. And besides, she wasn't all coyote. She had wolf and dog in her heritage too. As the other MIstwalker offered to assist with the barn door Sedona smiled from behind the blankets. "Why thank ya, par'dner. I greatly appreciate it." She said kindly and peered around the stack at her helping hand. "I'll be just a moment." Readjusting her grip, making sure the antler she'd found didn't fall from the top, the cowgirl began to move forward into the barn when the Valewoman spoke. "Where do you plan on taking these?" Sedona turned. "Oh. They're for the horses. There's a bad storm comin' and I wanna make sure we've got extra cover for the animals before it hits. There's still enough of 'em left back in storage, but we'll need more soon if we end up with more horses." She nodded her head giving her explanation and turning into the barn, setting the blankets down just inside and grabbing up the antler before returning to stand before the woman with it in hand. Holding out her other paw for the woman to shake, Sedona introduced herself. "I'm Sedona. I don't think we've been properly introduced before." She grinned tail wagging amiably.

Mistfell Vale
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POSTED: Tue Feb 05, 2019 1:37 pm

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I’m sorry if this is horrible Dx I’m sick, and my brain is apparently not working all that great @___@

The coyote hybrid had an accent that Ragna had not heard in a very long time, and it was something that caused her ears to twitch at the long-forgotten familiarity. It had been during her Boreas days that she had last heard those twists and drawls to words. Thankfully for this woman’s sake, she looked too mixed to have been from Scintilla, and any hostile reaction from the ex-soldier died in that instant. The Mistwalker was likely just from a southern area, entirely unrelated to the terroristic coyotes or their allies that roamed in and around the valley.

A pair of vibrantly-colored eyes peered around the stack of blankets at her, and Ragna stepped further out of the way as the coymutt readjusted her grip and moved through the open doorway, pausing at the Eklund’s question. It should have been no surprise that the blankets were for a selfless purpose, but, old prejudices made Ragna initially—though somewhat jokingly—consider if the coyote-bred woman had stolen the blankets from somewhere. “How thoughtful of you,” Ragna commented neutrally, lacking much in the way of praise or actual commendation for the woman’s forethought though.

“I take it that you work with these ones a lot,” she added further. It was more of an observation than it was a question to confirm an assumption. The woman’s smell was one that lingered heavily around the barn, and, if the Wolverthorne recalled, the coyote hybrid had been one of the ones that had helped round up a few of Krokar’s runaway horses back in the fall.

The blankets deposited, the woman turned and moved to continue their conversation. Ragna had almost wished she wouldn’t have, but, it was clear that Fate was not working in her favor that day.

Sedona. Ah, yes. That definitely sounded better than Madonna.

She shook the offered hand firmly—if for no other reason than to assert that she was not weak or submissive—though, did not return the grin or the tail wag. “I don’t believe we have.” She agreed. Avoiding the newer coyote members had been the safest way to avoid old habits and prejudices from bubbling to the surface. “I’m Ragna of the Wolverthorne house.”

She didn’t remember the sorting ceremony that this woman had been a part of, though, it had likely been during that chaotic time when Krokar’s disbandment had been discovered. If she were to guess though, she surmised that the woman before her was either Elkenfrey or Hawkesond. “Which house are you from again?” Not that it mattered, but, Ragna wanted to know for her own peace of mind. The vibe that came off of Sedona didn’t resonate with Ragna’s soul at all, and she felt it unlikely for her to be a Wolverthorne as a result. And, as little as the Eklund thought of coyotes as a whole, she somehow doubted that the woman before her was still a Crowstooth.

Her glacier eyes flicked to the antler that Sedona held curiously in hand. “What’s with the antler?” She asked, brows furrowing as she jutted her chin pointedly at the item.

Ragna Eklund

Mistfell Vale
Wolverthorne
User avatar
Songbird
Luperci Scout II
Do not go gentle
into that good night

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