A little maintenance

Neela Garcia · 11-26-2011, 06:17 PM

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Neela is in Optime form. Takes place in the morning

Word Count → 326

A gust of cool morning wind hit Neela head on as she stepped outside the Abbey, the chill of the air kept at bay from her skin by her thick fur, though the momentum of the air caused said fur to sway and ripple as she continued making her way outside at a brisk walk.

As Neela began to head towards the gardens she heard a shrill cry from above, quickly followed up by a pricking on her shoulders as Grynn swooped down and landed, the Peregrine digging her feet into the thick fur there, as she was wont to do when Neela didn’t have an arm free to use her arm guard.

Neela had been handed the task of assisting with the weeding of the Abbey gardens when she had first joined the pack, but with the last few days having been filled with her thinking and adjusting to actually living on land again, she was only now getting around to it.

Reaching the garden Neela frowned slightly at the state of it. While her thick fur and natural affinity for the cold meant that the current weather was comfortable, at worst, for her it was apparently cold enough to form a layer of frost on the ground, which had yet to be heated by the sun, being as it was early enough that the sun was only just beginning to peek above the mountains around her.

With a sigh Neela knelt down and unhooked a small hunk of metal with a wooden handle that looked vaguely like a trowel from her belt, all the while feeling glad that she had thought to bring some of her smaller tools with her along with certain valuables and her guitar. She spent a moment bouncing the trowel in her hand, feeling the heft of the crude tool, before she got to work, striking hard into the hardened ground near some of the weeds that needed removing.

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