WC → 508 :: CdA thread prompt, for Sky. :B So sorry for the wait, my dear, predate it to the 28th please, and say that Sky and Eve planned to meet? Also, grumpy Eve is grumpy.
Earlier that day, Evelyn found some comfort at the fact that today was somewhat cooler than the one before as she awoke on the moth-eaten couch; she became too restlessly and unnerved to sleep in her bed, mostly because of her gauze-wrapped arm that made her feel like she was confined. But she could not unravel the scratchy clothing from her limb; for one, there would have been no way to put it back on by her, and secondly, it would be even more painful that it already was without the protection. Later, she thought she had only herself to blame for her broken arm and rib. She decided that it was foolish of her to go into the unclaimed lands to hunt and not expect something bad to happen. Evelyn was still having dreams, or more like nightmares, of the accident that happened to cause her to have more soured moods than usual.
I hate this, she thought with spite as she stared at the cup she was drinking from, her eyes filled with malice as she went over her morning and what she had thought previously in the day. She hated just sitting there at the table, not being able to do anything useful, for herself or the pack. Most of all, she hated that she had to stop crafting, not even being able to lift a tool with her injured arm. That trade was what made the girl, but now it seemed that someone had stolen it away from her, and decided to also shove her face into the ground just to make her upset. Evelyn had thought about what she was going to do, now that she was hindered of doing her job; for a mere moment, she had thought about simply leaving Cercatori, as to not burden them any longer. But, she remembered Ouija, how he left, and quickly stopped considering that idea, for the sake of not doing what he did.
With a huff, she glanced out the window, and decided that Sky would be up by now, and perhaps still in her house; the sun was near its peak, and it was still a bit cool outside, though it would not last long. Evelyn threw on a tattered, gray shirt, having a bit of difficulty putting her right arm through the sleeve without it hurting too much, and walked out of the door, slamming it just for the heck of it. She had visited the healer’s house once before, to check up on the injuries as well as explained what happened, and both had decided to meet again on this date. Not living too far from Sky, she arrived at the singer’s adobe, not at all affected by the skulls, unlike the first time she saw them; Evelyn was pretty squeamish when she first walked up to the building, feeling as if the eyeless skulls were staring at her. Now, she just briskly pasted by them, and knocked on the door, and awaited to see if the healer was even home.
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