Careful With My Words
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Date: Backdated to June 11, 2011

Setting: Cecartori d'Arte's borders

Time: Late Evening, nearly night

Character Form: Optime
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Even though the sun was well on its way over to the other side of the world, night crawling into its wake, Evelyn was too restless to sleep. She was in a rut; no inspiration flowed through her, no ideas of what to create next with wood or metal. This block of the mind made the female moody, and out of pure frustration locked herself in her house in Thornbury all that day, hoping to childishly force her mind and hands to think of and make something. That attempt was fruitless; all that she was able to work on was another hunting knife, which one has already been made, prime for trade. Never before did the Progettista experienced this lack of imagination, and confusion easily turned into annoyance for the woman. After being cooped up in a building all that afternoon, she wanted to let off steam, and finding that relief by walking along the pack’s edge of territory.

Wandering around the borders of d’Arte wasn’t the most exciting thing to do on her list, but the creator found nothing else to fill her time. As she walked along the perimeter, she soon found it relaxing and calming, and somewhat happy to do this uncalled-for-duty. Her dark ears had heard from another that a murderer nestled into Cercatori not so long before she came to Nova Scotia, and because of this the once peaceful pack was wary, and now that Evelyn was one of them, she too felt their unease. What if another that intends to harm her new friends charm their way into their home like a snake? Maybe out of unconscious thinking the girl had decided to skirt around the borders, just to make her unspoken worry slumber; if she did find a hostile force within her range, the docile woman won’t stand for it for long. Despite being easy-going, Evelyn wasn’t the type of wolf to let this kind of festering thoughts settle within her companions, and rather let them be relieved of them.

WC: 337 +3
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