12-24-2010, 02:26 AM
OOC: Whoa. It's cool - this one's 531. :O I will archive. ^_^ Thanks!
IC:
The fey glanced at Kaena, disbelief plain in her close-mouthed gaze. One by one, the grinding, twisted knots in her stomach released their painful hold on her. It was improbable that she was accepted, miraculous that the battle maiden would feign consider her handy, but the tiny Mearns was no fool. She would not look a gift horse in the mouth and be bit for her insolence. Nimbly she gathered her top and other wares, folding and tucking them with practiced ease and certainty of placement into her travel bag. Remembering how her glass containers had sounded like bells at her slight motion, she readjusted the stained padding between them and gave the satchel a jiggle for good measure. Nothing issued forth, and it was good. If a jar shattered, her clean, unworked furs were likely ruined even though they were kept separately in pouches. Pasty dyes still seeped, though thick, and their pungent colors were not worth trying to wash out. It was an expensive, time consuming disaster she would have liked to avoid.
With her materials resettled, she set upon the greenhouse as her first destination, if she could encounter someone kind enough to help her find it. Saraqael was far too stressed from her life-changing borders experience to consider food but she took note of the pointed direction anyway for when she did need to eat. She hoped that among the lapines were some of their larger, winter-clad cousins. Restocking the bases for her best and brightest pieces could only be done in the coldest season when the pelts of hares turned milky. The vascular tang of their purple meat pleased her as well, causing her to favor it over others.
Both bat's ears rotated to the left, cupping the sound of a nocturnal owl's first hoot. Dusk had fallen, nighttime predators slipping into shadows to ready themselves for hunting. Kaena was generous with her, giving her the knowledge and permission to choose her own quarters, a decision the leucistic girl would not make lightly. Saraqael had it in her head to explore the lands before making any final picks.
Wordlessly, as was her way, she recollected the jaw of the expired canine, looping its large, weighty U over her forearm. Claws scrabbled across crusty snow to suck up teeth, then stash them in an open pocket of her backpack. Finally, she reached with both padded hands for the largest portion of the decoration. Its blank stare brought to mind the small scabs that must have been forming on her pointed snout. Her nose smarted in the dry, frigid air. With her frenzy dissipated, the skull's large, cumbersome nature was more obvious. Tucking it awkwardly under her opposite arm, she was ready to cross the line. The girl did so daintily, a little quiver passing through her as though she expected an unearthly bolt of lightning to strike her dead for the offense. No such divine retribution was carried out.
“No questions,” Saraqael said, nodding her head to Kaena in thanks. A wayward, uncertain smile crooked the corners of her mouth upward. With the leader's permission, she entered Inferni hopefully, starting in the direction of the mansion.
IC:
The fey glanced at Kaena, disbelief plain in her close-mouthed gaze. One by one, the grinding, twisted knots in her stomach released their painful hold on her. It was improbable that she was accepted, miraculous that the battle maiden would feign consider her handy, but the tiny Mearns was no fool. She would not look a gift horse in the mouth and be bit for her insolence. Nimbly she gathered her top and other wares, folding and tucking them with practiced ease and certainty of placement into her travel bag. Remembering how her glass containers had sounded like bells at her slight motion, she readjusted the stained padding between them and gave the satchel a jiggle for good measure. Nothing issued forth, and it was good. If a jar shattered, her clean, unworked furs were likely ruined even though they were kept separately in pouches. Pasty dyes still seeped, though thick, and their pungent colors were not worth trying to wash out. It was an expensive, time consuming disaster she would have liked to avoid.
With her materials resettled, she set upon the greenhouse as her first destination, if she could encounter someone kind enough to help her find it. Saraqael was far too stressed from her life-changing borders experience to consider food but she took note of the pointed direction anyway for when she did need to eat. She hoped that among the lapines were some of their larger, winter-clad cousins. Restocking the bases for her best and brightest pieces could only be done in the coldest season when the pelts of hares turned milky. The vascular tang of their purple meat pleased her as well, causing her to favor it over others.
Both bat's ears rotated to the left, cupping the sound of a nocturnal owl's first hoot. Dusk had fallen, nighttime predators slipping into shadows to ready themselves for hunting. Kaena was generous with her, giving her the knowledge and permission to choose her own quarters, a decision the leucistic girl would not make lightly. Saraqael had it in her head to explore the lands before making any final picks.
Wordlessly, as was her way, she recollected the jaw of the expired canine, looping its large, weighty U over her forearm. Claws scrabbled across crusty snow to suck up teeth, then stash them in an open pocket of her backpack. Finally, she reached with both padded hands for the largest portion of the decoration. Its blank stare brought to mind the small scabs that must have been forming on her pointed snout. Her nose smarted in the dry, frigid air. With her frenzy dissipated, the skull's large, cumbersome nature was more obvious. Tucking it awkwardly under her opposite arm, she was ready to cross the line. The girl did so daintily, a little quiver passing through her as though she expected an unearthly bolt of lightning to strike her dead for the offense. No such divine retribution was carried out.
“No questions,” Saraqael said, nodding her head to Kaena in thanks. A wayward, uncertain smile crooked the corners of her mouth upward. With the leader's permission, she entered Inferni hopefully, starting in the direction of the mansion.