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Table by Ehno
Word Count: 510
Melee peered closely at the foreign object, her head canted to the side. It jutted out of the ground, uncaring of the world that had gone on around it. The item would have been called a "fire hydrant" if she had known what that was. These were things for which wolves had no purpose, because they couldn't utilize them appropriately. Their purpose and their mission was lost. So they stood, silent sentinels to a time long gone and a city that had long ago stopped caring for them. It was coated in layers of rust, its yellow or red or perhaps red-and-blue paint chipped away by the time that had transpired. Melee found it interesting, though, because it was so awkward and it had bolts that seemed as if they were meant to be turned. What great thing had turned them and to what end? With such contraptions, no wonder the human world had ended. Now rose the time of the Luperci, an age that she brashly believed held more respect for the earth and less folly than the last. In her insular world, this was truth.
She turned back toward her father after peering at the thing, grinning with ivory white teeth that gleamed in the sunlight. Melee was glad for Nayru's absence, glad that Gideon had agreed to come with her today, glad that she could explore with her father. Explore, fish, and perhaps find some new herbs that she could bring home. It would be good to add non-local herbs to her potted plants. This could potentially mean that she had herbs even the healer had not accessed. That wasn't important just yet, though. First she had a question for her father. "Do you know what this thing is... or at least, what it was?" she asked, gesturing with her six-fingered hand at the fire hydrant. Her deformed hand remained still at her side, as it usually was. The limb saw far less movement than its able-bodied counterpart.
Whether he had an answer and an explanation that would sate her appetite for knowledge, the pair had places to be. First, to fish. Then, gather herbs. After which they would likely bring the fish home to feast with their fellow Stormbringers. Though she had been momentarily distracted by the presence of such an odd thing, it didn't change their plans. The girl began to walk toward the fishing spot where they intended to wrangle up some grub. She made a game of walking. Setting one foot carefully in front of the other and putting her arms out for balance, a gleeful smile on her face. Still a child, as much as she played at maturity. "How many fish do you think we need to catch to feed the family?" more now, with Nayru in the picture. It really wasn't different, though, considering Nayru had been their caretaker and close family friend for longer than she had been Gideon's mate. Still, a tang of bitterness crept up Melee's throat as she thought about Nayru joining in their family meal.