Thoughts of Anathema and it's members had been far from Sage's mind recently; her concerns were more well-placed elsewhere. Her father had given her plenty to consider during their meeting, and it all swam together in the heavy current that was her mind. Should she continue her endeavors in Inferni, despite the lack of concern by it's members for their misdeeds? Was it worth it? Maybe Talitha had been right after all.
A shaky sigh rattled out of her parted lips and she drew a lit joint up to them in comfort, inhaling readily. The heavy lope of Lennon's stride kept her lethargic body rocking and jolting. Leaning forward to rest her body against his neck, her free hand stroked his thick mane, and she cooed her sad concerns to him in Low-speech. The horse could not help her dilemma much, although his head turned back towards her with a nod and a soft snort; she knew that he cared, and that was enough.
The Optio paid little attention to when she had passed Inferni's skull-piked borders. Despite her efforts before, few flowers bloomed there. It seemed it was a placed doomed to express nothing but death, as was it's original purpose.
The Dampwoods had often been a common haunt of Sage's, and even still it was today. For troubled times, she sought it out as the closest alternative to the favored coast of Cours des Miracles. Her mind was dulled, and so when she picked up the familiar scent, it did not immediately register in her smoke-filled brain. Quickly, though, Lennon began to seem agitated; he had not at all liked visiting Anathema, and Sage couldn't blame him. It wasn't exactly welcoming, either.
When she came into view, it took Sage a moment to recognize her, but when she did she happily noticed the silvery girl wearing the tight-fitting clothing she had sewn herself. Demi still smelled strongly of the underground pack, and immediately she longed to see Ouija again. Perking up at the sight of someone familiar, no matter how rarely acquainted they had been, she urged Lennon forward.
Demi! she called out through a cupped hand, closing the distance between them shortly. What brings you out this way? Despite the haze, Sage did not fail to notice Demi moving swiftly in the direction of Inferni. What business did she, an Anatheman, have there? Surely she knew it was still dangerous? Concerned, Sage glanced around warily, knowing that despite the distance from Inferni's border, there could still be some that would gladly do harm to her so close.
Curious, golden eyes wandered over the clothing she had created. It is holding up well, then? she asked, nodding to the sleek leather piece covering Demi's well-curved body. Sage's seams had improved greatly, and she was proud of them now. Certainly there was more to learn, always, but for now, she could produce articles of clothing without the constant worry of the seams breaking apart. The earthen Lykoi had little time for sewing lately, but that didn't mean that she didn't still care for her work.
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