What happened to you?

Orin Takekuro · 11-21-2011, 05:07 PM

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Orin Takekuro

:: 600+ ♥ Word Count ::
:: OOC Sorry for slowness, had a few mental health days. ::

Orin received the puppy happily, a look of admiration on her visage as she stared into the child's beautiful face. She was a squirmy, playful little thing, and Orin loved it. She turned the pup onto her back, settling her into the crook of her elbow with her legs sticking up while she playfully attacked her belly with her hand. Sarian giggled and like a good, spunky sport, caught Orin's hand several times with her teeth. She never bit too hard though, and Orin let her hold on and gnaw for a minute each time before pulling her hand away and starting over. “You're a hyper little thing, aren't you?” she said to Sarian. It reminded her of her pups. Oh, how dearly she missed her daughters when they were this little. It was too bad much of their youth had been spent on the run. Just when Orin missed most of these precious moments because she had been too busy watching for danger, and moving the pups along. Always moving, always running...

Orin shook her head gently, dashing the memory from her mind. She glanced at Shiloh, wondering if either of the women noticed her reverie. Sometimes there was a look in her eyes when she remembered such terrible things that gave her away. Someone like Shiloh, who had been through so much too, just might have noticed. She didn't want to give her a chance to say anything.

“She's lucky to have you. You're just the mother to give her the love she needs. Especially such a little handful like this girl.” She scratched Sarian behind the ears, a place she herself particularly liked getting a good rub and that was so hard to reach herself when in Lupus form.

“Oh! That reminds me,” she moved past the animal stalls and towards the hay bale where the chickens clucked away the afternoon. The hens were used to her and watched hopefully as she passed, waiting for feed to rain from the sky as it so often did when the animal tender was around. But this time she wasn't here to fatten the chickens.

She came to a crate and set Sarian down on the ground gently in the hay, assuming the pup might like to play with the hens for a moment and knowing they would do nothing but run from her. The crate's hinges protested as she opened it and then she pulled out a saddle pack. “I'd hoped you would still be here when I got back so I got you something. Didn't know if I was ever going to be able to give it to you.” She closed the crate and set the pack on the top, unbuckled it, and pulled out a thick fold of material. She turned back to Shiloh, showing it to her for a moment before grabbing the edges and letting the material unfold.

There, in her hands, was a black sheepskin cloak, lined on every edge with bear fur. It was much like the tan sheepskin cloak Orin wore when she worked, yet with trim like her pink dressy cloak. She had found them on the same trip and thought the color of this one would look wonderful with Shiloh's gray coat. With all her scarred, bare skin, the woman needed something to keep her warm.

“There's something more, too,” she draped the cloak over one arm while rummaging in the bag again. The next item she held up were a pair of leather gloves, lined at the cuff with the same fur trimming. “They're not an exact match, but it's close.” She looked at the garments and then to Shiloh, holding them out to her. “Do you like it?” Her brows pursed, worried that maybe she would think it was stupid.

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