Neela is in Optime form, fore-dated to the 3rd of December. Takes place in New Glasgow
Word Count → 415
The quiet morning air was abruptly disturbed by a harsh clanging sound as Neela tossed a broken scrap of metal out of the building she was currently rooting through. Neela had been quite surprised to discover a second human settlement in Ichikan territory, though it was a fairly pleasant surprise as so far she had found the odd settlements interesting to explore.
With a slightly frustrated sigh Neela gave up on the current pile of rubble she had been searching through, which had seemed to contain nothing but masonry and broken pottery, and retreated backwards through the buildings window, taking careful steps so as to not snag her long fur on any sharp edges.
With a last glace through the window, as though something valuable and shiny that she had missed might suddenly jump out at her, Neela turned and continued down the street, stopping momentarily to pick up her guitar from where she had rested it against a wall and sling it across her back.
Silently bemoaning her sore paws; Neela had spent the last 4 days travelling pretty much constantly in her Optime form, which wasn't best suited for the task, the collie strolled down the street at a leisurely pace. High above her she could see Grynn circling above her and looping through the air every now and then. Almost as though she had noticed Neela's gaze, though with Grynn's eyesight that was a possibility, Grynn changed her course and swooped down towards Neela with a loud shriek, the wind generated by her passing ruffling the fur on top of Neela's head.
As Neela grinned at her companions unusually playful behaviour something caught her eye. Just ahead of her was a building, about twice the size of most of those around her. She could see several collapsed metal shelves through the vacant window frames of the dilapidated structure, and quickly sped her pace up as she trotted towards it.
While Neela knew little about humans she recognised the metal shelves as something that they used to store things. Hopefully she would find some rope, or maybe some fishing equipment of some kind. 4 months at sea had strained her supplies of both and while she wasn't using the Meria Lea at the moment, it wouldn’t hurt to stock up.
Propping her Guitar up against the window frame Neela made her way into the shop, crouching down to look inside the triangular hole made by a collapsed shelf propping itself against the wall.
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