A Song on a Silent Night

Neela Garcia · 11-28-2011, 08:34 AM

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Neela is in Optime form. Takes place at night. Fore-Dated to the 7th do December.

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Neela stared miserably into the fire, absent-mindedly fiddling with the locket in her hands, having taken it down from the branch a while ago after being unable to stand looking at the picture anymore. Every now and then she would move to adjust the sticks that held the fish she was cooking, but otherwise she had nothing to do. This was why she hated nights; it was too dark to travel, she was rarely in the mood for music when tired and the sheer lack of things to do left her nothing to do but think.

Neela was torn from he thoughts by the sound of Grynn returning to the clearing. When she tilted her head to look at the falcon she was surprised to find that she was being followed by a fairly small tan and white wolf. The girl was wearing some sort of cloak and had a stunning red mane, contrasting with her pale fur. Neela cocked her head in a tired fashion, slightly confused at the girls abrupt appearance and question, though a light peck from Grynn, who had landed deftly on her shoulder, broke the tired wolf from her stupor.

"Uhh yeah sure, no problem." The clearing fell into an awkward silence after that. Normally Neela would try and make conversation with the stranger, but she was just so tired today that she couldn't find the energy to do so. Idly Neela gazed at the fish on the fire, while she could try and argue to herself that the fish were because she was hungry the real reason was that the smell of the cooking kept her awake, kept the nightmares from coming in such an unfamiliar environment.

Her gaze also brought to her attention that the fish on the fire. She took the sticks from over the fire and then dipped her free hand into a bucket of water at the side of her. Quickly, before her fur dried, she used her wet hand to slider the fish off the sticks and place them onto a small, clean stone, before fetching two fresh fish from the bucket and putting them onto the sticks, which went back over the fire.

Realising that she was being rude Neela decided to at least try and talk to the stranger despite her tiredness. Giving out a small yawn she turned to the other wolf, holding out a fish towards her and offering her a small, tired smile, "Hey, do you want something to eat? My names Neela by the way."

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