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It was reasonably gloomy that June day, as the duchess of Cour des Miracles amused herself with her thoughts and her songs on the porch of the cabin the majority of their pack shared. She had heard that Haven had found a home somewhere nearby, and a horse...whatever that was. She had never come in contact with one of the large ungulates and as such, had no idea what it was. It made Ruri happy when she thought of the young male, busying himself with the duties of his position of knighthood. In fact, everyone seemed busy with his or her job, although what each of those things was she hadn't the slightest clue. Her thoughts travelled to her conversation with Jacquez the other day. He had spoken about getting a piercing...on his tongue. Ruri gave a shudder at the thought of anything being pierced through her tongue. Who would ever willingly inflict something so uncomfortable upon themselves? As she asked herself this, she laughed and immediately thought Jac would... Her best friend and king was likely wandering around, not doing anything particularly useful except, perhaps, providing conversation to those who came across.
The slate and ivory femme thought of each of her packmates in turn, wondering what they might be doing. Her thoughts, however, lingered upon the pack's Constable, Svara. Ruri hadn't spoken with the gruff woman since before her bloody ordeal, and this made her wonder how she was doing. Likely she was busy with her duties as a pack leader, but Ruri would have to make it a point to speak with her, next time she came to the cabin. Nodding to affirm her thoughts, the delicate optime slowly settled to a comfortable sitting position on the porch steps. If anyone came home, they would have to walk past her to get inside and she could talk to them. It seemed like a logical course of action to the blind girl. After all, it was her job to make others feel better. Jac had told her so himself. However, she would have to get someone to talk to before she could do her job. That could take forever, and Ruri was not feeling very patient today. So, she sat there, her senses alert to any sound or scent that hinted to the return of one of her pack mates, her long, slate gray hair blowing in the occasional gusts of the ocean breeze.
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