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Myrika Tears · 01-01-2012, 07:38 AM

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Myrika is by Bobbi!

The rust-hued woman remounted Eira after attaching her things to the horse, peering anxiously at Ezekiel as he readied Kaena into the saddle. Myrika knew what medicine her grandmother spoke of, and she had smoked it once with the old woman, finding it relaxing but not mind-blowing as some seemed to claim. Then again, the straw-colored woman did not have as many years' worth of aches and pains to contend with. Perhaps when she was as old as Kaena, she would better understand the magic of such novations where it came to medicine.

Eira shifted beneath Myrika, apparently feeding on the excitement in the trio. Viggo seemed unusually calm, but perhaps this was due to the presence of his mares. Myri did not expect trouble between Eira and Oblek, but one could never be too careful. She would be careful to keep the big stallion between the two female horses. The rust-colored woman twisted to check her provisions a final time, making sure they were secured to the saddle and tied down so they did not smack annoyingly against the blue roan's sides.

I'm all set, she announced to no one in particular, eager to get moving. She'd seen the lands over the mountains once before, but she was eager to head back. Perhaps they'd find a place to cross the river this time. She was especially excited to see the pass through which Inferni had escaped the wildfire. These places were history to Myrika, and as historian, she was basically obligated to see them. Beyond her obligation, however, she found such history fascinating to begin with. There was a reason she was a bookworm, after all -- the old places and old ways spoke to her, though she did not adhere to them rigidly. It was important to learn of the past and the mistakes of their predecessors, however.

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