Keshi, as usual, had provided a comfortable ride to the city. Odessa wore her cloak around her shoulders, though as the sun was shining, she thought not to pull the hood up, instead letting it rest on her shoulders. The riding rug was now clean and then red woven item sat proudly on the geldings back. The girl had brought larger saddle bags with her, because in hindsight, she thought to collect some personal things. More medical books, more pots and tubs, more things for working in the garden. Although she was not heading for the gardener co-rank, tending herbs in the garden and treating pack members ailments went hand in hand.
She had dismounted Keshi some time ago, letting him follow her of his own accord. Odessa clambered through a large broken store front window, leaving the pied horse outside. The shop was almost bare, shelves and other random objects littered the floor in untidy heaps. This shop had clearly been ravaged by others before Odessa herself had arrived. Never the less, the premesis was large and Odessa could still see useful object strew about below her as she made her way through the rubble. Kneeling down carefully, she picked up flat pieces of concrete, moving them to the side. Underneath it she found a choice find, a mortar. It was a large dark grey marble thing, pocked with small white markings. Granted it was slightly shipped around the edges, cracked lightly in the concaved middle and had collected an impressive amount of dust in it, it was still enough to make Odessa smile. She lifted it out and sat it beside her. If she had found the mortar then, or at least she assumed, the pestle would be close by. The medic lifted up more pieces of concrete, wire and metal, before finding the object. 'There' she said content at her find. Unlike it's dish shaped counterpart, the pestle seemed in fine condition.
The mottled girl stood, grasping the objects with her dainty hands. Odessa moved out of the window again, pacing over to Keshi, who was standing staring aimlessly up the street. Placing the objects in the saddle bags and stepping back, Odessa took a pause from her work, noting that she'd be here some time and wishing someone else where here.
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