reminds me there's time to change

Adele Caraway · 10-09-2011, 04:21 PM

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Set in Cottontail Valley behind the Manor. :o Left it vague-ish; you can decided on time of day, and Adele is in Optime form. Dated the day after the 2nd raid. Tell me if you need anything changed. <3

Word Count → +3

What was going on?

She knew there was war, for the green-eyed woman, the one that allowed the girl to become one of the pack, told her so with much resignation. But, Adele thought nothing much of it at first, though the Dreamers’ troubles made her more determined to join and help but yet thought that perhaps it was minor disagreements, like border skirmishes. But, she heard the distant yells the night before, towards the direction where Savina pointed out the Haven Manor, and realized how naïve she was. She felt the dread in the air that night, felt the potent fear of her new pack mates, and now knew that their battles were much bigger, more personal, than originally thought. She wanted to help, so dearly, but she knew she’d cause more chaos than anything; the Dreamers may have thought she was one of them, or that she herself mistaken the savages for one of her own. All she did was pray that the any owners’ screams of pain was naught of Crimsons Dreams’.

Despite her yearning to seek out answers, Adele knew that it was better for her to lay low instead of approaching the mansion when the injured Dreamers’ wounds were fresh; a face of a stranger may only upset them more, she decided, and would rather be surrounded and supported by friends and family. But, the whimsical girl’s heart twisted at the knowledge that eluded her: Why was this pain inflicted upon this pack? Who was the instigator? She decided to wait for the answer, like a spider with its web, for the information to come its own way.

Though she did not walk right up to the Manor, she hung about the area around it, and came upon a small field she guessed that was somewhere behind the building; she could have sworn that Savina must’ve mentioned it to her, it was called Cottontail something. It was pleasant, with an air of peace about it. The pain and fear of war seemed to avoid the mystical place, and it was there Adele decided to wait. With her blue dress neatly tucked under her as she sat, she allowed Cinnamon to scurry around and nibble on whatever, knowing that he would not go very far.

Table by Aly, code by the Mentors!

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