A brand new hook to hang your hat

Soran Aatte · 10-26-2011, 12:52 PM

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The autumn was now well underway in the lands, all around the leaves were falling from the trees in droves, fluttering in the breeze and falling to the ground with a steady increase. Soon the trees would be bare, devoid of the brightly coloured fading leaves and then winter would not be far away, bringing with it ice and snow, the chilled time that was difficult for many. The small animals and birds suffered particularly when the winter rolled around, then their food became scarce, which was of course why many birds migrated south to the warmer climates for the winter time. But the animals that had chosen to stay in the lands and face the cruel winter were now working hard to collect food to store for the months of scarcity ahead. The sky was a clear and endless blue today, with not a single cloud marring the perfect cerulean. There was a strong breeze blowing through the lands, which was simply adding to the speed in which the leaves were falling. In the midst of this Soran was sat perched on a low rock, she was further away from the house than she had been for quite some time, she was no longer as tense as she had been, the war finally being over had relaxed her a lot. For the first time in a long time she was sleeping properly once again, the insomnia was almost gone it seemed, no longer was she walking the lands at all hours of the night, holding a constant vigil, padding all through the lands at all hours, under constant guard. But she had had a good night's sleep and this morning she was in a good mood, a much more relaxed mood. The sable female knew that she had a lot to be thankful for this day, her granddaughter's mate was home safely, her daughters were safe as well, Rain had fought bravely in the battle. And Soran had found herself in love once again, she was mated to her former lover, something that made her happier than she had been in a long time. The sable grandmother was finally at peace with everything around her, the lands were safe, her friends and family were safe, the pack was safe, there was a lot to be grateful for.

The ebony Aedile had brought her flute out to this clearing to attempt to practice playing, her arm had been injured in a fight with a guardian and was still sore. The knife had damaged the muscle, the injury was healing, but it was healing slowly. When she moved it it was still incredibly painful, it would twinge and ache every time she attempted to do something with it. But she was determined to play her flute today, the arm was still bandaged and in a sling, but she was sure that she could manage a few notes at least. The dark pelted female reached into her canvas satchel and rummaged around in it until her finger tips touched the familiar cool metal tube. She pulled it out and held it in her good hand, she smiled softly, before attempting to take her arm out of the sling. She winced at the pain as she did so, but succeeded, even if the ache made her hiss slightly. The jet pelted female put the flute to her lips and winced again at the pain, but this was a case of mind over matter, she would manage this, even if it did hurt. Soran began to play a soft tune on the flute, having to pause every now and again as the aching in her arm made her wince. This was something that was upsetting to the dark female, she loved playing her flute, it was something that she did to calm herself down, she did not know how she would cope if she found herself unable to play. She attempted to persevere with it, the dark mother looked across the lands as she did so, a soft twinkling tune being emitted from the end of the flute. This was how she wanted to be, nice and calm, without the arm pain if preferable of course.

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