WC: OOC: Amata is in optime as well,
Amata had been out fishing rather early that morning, though she still had a slight fear of the water after her dive to save Fia, she found she could control that fear, and to fish, not with a pole and rod like some do, but trying to use her hands and mouth like that of a wild animal, was fun and challanging, though the water was still freezing, it was not as bad as it had been that winter. She was coming home from the lakeside, having finally caught a fish, though it it was not enormous in size, it was a good size for her to scale and enjoy a very nice breakfast. She was nearing the manor when she heard the humming of her aunt and Amata smiled, it had been a while since she’d gotten to talk to her.
Ghita! Hello, it’s a nice day out huh?”
She called when she was withing earshot, though still a little further out. It felt good to be out and about again, and she wondered why she had to keep herself locked in her room for the last two weeks, but she wasn’t going to dwell on that, her main goal right now was to become the Amata she once was, the excitable, cheery girl that had always found some kind of mischief, like Artemis had once been before her fall. Amata hoped that her young sister had not changed forever because of it though, it would break Amata’s heart as she had such spirit, and now it was gone in a flash because of the fall and Denali’s disappearance, but Amata wasn’t going to let that ruin her day, she gave a grin to Ghita, happy to see her aunt.
“How’s your knee feeling, better now that winter is finally ending I hope. What’s that you’re doing?”
She asked, looking at the hide that Ghita was scraping away at. She was not one for hurting animals, though she hunted to hunt, and did use the ehides of the animals she killed, she was not used to something so large. She only hunted what she needed and even now she just used the stores in the mansion. She didn’t want to hunt. It made her feel terrible, though it did make her feel less terrible just eating what others had hunted. She worked for her meals, as a healer, and one that seemed to be needed, she had been kept so busy over the past few months she’d been back. She did, however do fine with fishing, though she knew they were animals just like the rabbits and the deer and moose that were hunted as well.
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