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Myrika Tears · 02-15-2012, 06:06 AM

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Not that it matters much, but you had an unclosed speech tag in your last post and your word count is off by ~3 words. ^_^ I edited your post to fix! <3 Also, bad post is bad. :C

Myrika is by Bobbi!

Kaena's tattered black ear was cocked away from Ezekiel, the good one tilted forward to catch his words. She seemed more comfortable in the saddle on this journey, and Myrika thought perhaps it was possible to teach an old dog new tricks. Certainly, Kaena had only ridden horses in the last few years of her life -- the old woman had lived nearly ten years without encountering a work horse, after all. She did not mind anyone's silence regarding Samael. None saw him in the same light she did -- none knew his truer character. The scarred woman worried for him frequently, but she knew he would return to her, sooner or later. He had brought a kind of peace to her life, chaotic and difficult to predict as he was.

She could not say she disagreed with any of Ezekiel's words regarding leadership, but for her grandchildren to discuss it so openly before her brought a sour taste to the old woman's mouth. She licked her scarred, red-splashed muzzle, swinging her golden-yellow eye from Ezekiel to Myrika. She wanted to speak, she wanted to protest and tell Ezekiel she was still good for this job, if he let her have a chance. It would seem too much like pleading, however, and as sharp as her mind was, the scarred hybrid knew her body was failing. Her remaining eye was growing dimmer with each passing month -- she'd be blind before she was truly and thoroughly dead, she thought. A blind, old subleader was no subleader at all.

You're a good judge of character, the rust-haired woman said, almost too quiet for Kaena to hear. The old woman leaned forward with the strain of listening in. Sometimes everyone makes mistakes, she added, shrugging and frowning. She knew Sage had defected to the mountain pack. She knew it very well, and had perhaps seen such a thing coming -- in hindsight, it was easy to remember that journey into Ichikan territory and recall Sage's behavior as aberrant.

I... think that skill set must've skipped my generation, she said, fidgeting in the saddle. She knew nothing of fighting by tooth and claw, and shooting a bow? Surely, this was a skill requiring technical know-how and experience, not something one learned by instinct alone. The old woman behind them snorted quietly, but remained quiet. When Myrika again looked back, Kaena was still studying the landscape, peering over the burned treetrunks with a curious yellow-golden eye.

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