Bring me Roses

Odessa D'Angelo · 01-02-2012, 08:26 AM

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OOC sup bitches? / 310

The Curandera moved slowly through the ruins. Novak followed some ways behind. The Serb's energy was concentrated on sharpening one of his leather working tools. Every so often he'd slip as he moved along rougher terrain, causing more small open wounds to appear. He'd wasn't too fussed though, it was a pain he'd learnt to deal with over the years and due to such repetitive treatment, he no longer focused on the pain every so often. It had been that morning when the tool had dulled itself, Odessa had been stewing some more medicine, a particular variety that held back nasty colds. Novak had been crafting a small pouch, similar to ones that held human coins way, way back. The Serb remembered the old coins his father had in a jar, he'd never really paid much attention to them. But any ways, Odessa had expressed her wish to go on a walk and Novak was obliged to follow on in case he was need. The Serb nodded, remembering that he was a slave no matter how well he was treated by Odessa.

Odessa was fortunate to have a home and a slave to make her life easier. She remembered the time she spent living in those horrid village houses, her house now, a smart, half underground, half shack was perfect for her. After a while of walking her eyes fell upon the form of another member, a woman. Her name was on the tip of her tongue but Odessa had no idea what it was and she'd given up a short time into her mental search. 'Hello' she said, giving a friendly smile towards the woman. They never met before, though Odessa had seen and smelt her through the territory. On various passing occasions, granted he'd never paid much attention to the woman save from noting she smelt of flowers.

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