table © Alaine
ooc: :]
wc: 300+
There was something about this day, something tangible in the very air she breathed. For a long time, the woman sat amongst the crumbling skeletons of building as a statue; Her own alabaster and cream fur stilled as if carved into the chaotic concrete that lay, discarded, around her. Halifax was strangely silent. The silence ran deep, deep into the very bone of the place, and Alaine could feel it solidifying in her blood and pooling like decay in her throat.
After a while, she rose, and began to walk. It seemed that the constant and familiar movement, placing one delicate footpaw infront of the other, was enough to lull her wearied mind into a relished numbness. Emerald eyes, though keen, were vague as they carried over the corpses of old buildings with listless energy. Her footsteps seemed to echo on the cobblestone paths, the cracked plates of what had once been a central road. Even here, nature had reclaimed it's lordship - Resilient weeds had crushed the mighty concrete slabs, their tiny tendril roots plaguing every inch of this man-made tomb.
Knowing not where she walked, the Apothecary came upon a strange sloping area of land. In it were a number of stone pillars, like teeth from a giant scattered across the over-grown hillock. A familiar scent piqued her interest, and the slender collie-woman drifted amongst the headstones, pausing only when she saw the tall figure up ahead. The drizzling rain blurred his outline like a faded photograph, and Alaine squinted against the small crystal beads that dropped from her hair so as to get a better glimpse of him.
She wondered if this was a holy place, or perhaps if he had come here seeking solitude. Their previous, and first, meeting had ended amicably, but with all she had experienced since then, Alaine did not fall to the fallacy that it might be the same now. Perhaps her presence was not wanted in this place.
She turned to leave, accidentally bumping into one of the graveyard monoliths as she did. It was a bone-white stone, topped with a figure she recognized to be one of the humans-with-wings. Unfortunately, the bump had pulled her healer's satchel off of her shoulder, and her dagger fell from within, clattering loudly against the stone. Cringing, the woman bent to retrieve it, knowing her presence was now revealed.
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