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Myrika Tears · 11-25-2011, 03:08 AM

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She actually lives over in the Great Village area, but she hangs out at the mansion basically daily to keep after the horses, so is aaaaaall good! Lemme know if anything about their prior meeting needs edits. :3

Myrika's home in the Great Village was similar in impersonality. She kept little enough in the way of personal effects to begin with, and her room in the schoolhouse was filled with items of a practical value. Her furs and pelts, her work, her books. Myrika owned but three of them, but Ezekiel had revealed a secret previously unknown to her: there was an entire room with a variety of these books in the mansion.

The russet-hued Caelum visited the D'Neville frequently enough -- her horse remained in the gardens and yard more often than not, and horses were the type of companion to require daily care. The coyote now spent her afternoons in the sun with the horse, grooming or brushing or feeding her, and the later afternoon an evenings in the mansion. On this night, she contemplated sleeping here: surely it was better than meandering back to the tiny schoolhouse in the village. She could hear the weather, and she could smell it, too, when the door opened. Though she herself was probably not visible from the doorway or the hall, her candlelight might be. She waited a few moments, listening to the thumping sounds of steps. They headed away from her after a moment, and Myrika thought the footsteps' owner had not realized her presence.

It was Myrika's appetence to be social to begin with, and just now she found herself especially desirous of company. The day had been long, slow, and utterly devoid of it thus far. She blew out her candle light with huffing breath, and started toward the noise. She recognized the scent upon exiting the library as Tedros's, and she wriggled a little in excitement. She had met him briefly, once before -- he had seemed like just the sort she would enjoy accompanying. Again, she pondered the mystery of Inferni's supposed darkness -- the rust-hued coyote simply did not see it. She lifted a hand and knocked lightly at the door. Hello? It's Myrika, she offered, speaking softly. It was not yet late enough for the house to have fallen completely into slumber, but Myrika didn't wish to irritate anyone, all the same.

Myrika is by Nat!

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