05-21-2010, 10:18 AM
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OOC: <33333333
The treehouse stood empty. Bris had left it earlier that morning, setting out before the light of dawn to clear her head a bit. She still hadn't given Conor an answer to his offer, and the decision was driving her crazy. She'd helped her sister to maintain the cozy little treehouse that Elliot had made, and leaving it behind was like leaving a piece of her heart. Who would fix the cracks, the leaks that had popped up now and again in the roof? Bris had been no carpenter, but she'd helped Kol to make emergency fixes, and after she'd died she'd done her best to keep the structure liveable. It was her home, but it was no place to raise a puppy.
In light of Gideon's arrival, Bris had felt it her responsibility to care for the foundling. Unfortunately, he was far too young to understand the workings of the treehouse, and the Stormbringer had terrible visions of his tiny form suddenly rolling the wrong way out of its heights. Conor's house in Wolfville was the perfect place for the charcoal pup, especially since Conor and Vark were caring for four other pups beside him, but was it the right place for her? What would happen to the treehouse with no one to care for it on a daily basis? Sure Bris would come to check on it and maybe even spend a night or two at a time, but would it be enough?
To say she was put off by the fact that she'd returned to her home only to find a strange male oogling it would be an understatement. Bris had left her trinket-filled satchel behind in the treehouse, along with all of her jewel making supplies and artifacts, and she was only glad she'd managed to come back before the stranger had attempted to lower the ladder and make himself at home. Narrowing her mismatched eyes, the woman crossed her bandaged arms across her equally bandaged chest and cleared her throat to make her heretofore unnoticed presence known. "Excuse me? Can I help with something?" Bris' voice was calm, but there was an overtone of annoyance to her words. Being upwind from the stranger, she'd failed to catch the recent scent of Conor that clung to the male's fur and drifted over the area, indicating that he'd been the one to lead the unknown brute to her home. Had she realized that fact from the beginning, her attitude toward the stranger would have been decidedly different.
Table by Kiri/Jenny!!
OOC: <33333333
The treehouse stood empty. Bris had left it earlier that morning, setting out before the light of dawn to clear her head a bit. She still hadn't given Conor an answer to his offer, and the decision was driving her crazy. She'd helped her sister to maintain the cozy little treehouse that Elliot had made, and leaving it behind was like leaving a piece of her heart. Who would fix the cracks, the leaks that had popped up now and again in the roof? Bris had been no carpenter, but she'd helped Kol to make emergency fixes, and after she'd died she'd done her best to keep the structure liveable. It was her home, but it was no place to raise a puppy.
In light of Gideon's arrival, Bris had felt it her responsibility to care for the foundling. Unfortunately, he was far too young to understand the workings of the treehouse, and the Stormbringer had terrible visions of his tiny form suddenly rolling the wrong way out of its heights. Conor's house in Wolfville was the perfect place for the charcoal pup, especially since Conor and Vark were caring for four other pups beside him, but was it the right place for her? What would happen to the treehouse with no one to care for it on a daily basis? Sure Bris would come to check on it and maybe even spend a night or two at a time, but would it be enough?
To say she was put off by the fact that she'd returned to her home only to find a strange male oogling it would be an understatement. Bris had left her trinket-filled satchel behind in the treehouse, along with all of her jewel making supplies and artifacts, and she was only glad she'd managed to come back before the stranger had attempted to lower the ladder and make himself at home. Narrowing her mismatched eyes, the woman crossed her bandaged arms across her equally bandaged chest and cleared her throat to make her heretofore unnoticed presence known. "Excuse me? Can I help with something?" Bris' voice was calm, but there was an overtone of annoyance to her words. Being upwind from the stranger, she'd failed to catch the recent scent of Conor that clung to the male's fur and drifted over the area, indicating that he'd been the one to lead the unknown brute to her home. Had she realized that fact from the beginning, her attitude toward the stranger would have been decidedly different.
Table by Kiri/Jenny!!