in the parish of space dust

Tlantli Kimaris · 02-15-2012, 05:18 AM

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Tlantli is by Nat!

The honey-furred coyote nodded in response, though she stood behind Salvia and was not visible. Her movement forward was perhaps enough of an answer, however. The rear door of the house was wide open, hanging half off its hinges outside of the kitchen. The backyard was just as overgrown as the front yard. What might have once been a child's wooden playset sat rotting near the house, completely overtaken by underbrush. Tlantli imagined the backyard must be an explosion of greenery in summer; in winter's dead and bare cloak, it seemed almost foreboding.

Tlantli glanced to the overcast sky before stepping out and heading toward the hunkering shed. It was made of metal and though rusting and in severe need of a paint job, it might stand tall another ten years before collapsing. The thin metal door creaked and the whole structure swayed when she shoved the sliding door open, but it held. Tlantli paused a moment to ascertain the soundness of the shed before proceeding into its dim innards. The sharp, chemical smell of old fuel greeted her, though it was so faint surely all was dried to nothing by now. A machine with a large engine and a red body, with handlebars that seemed designed for pushing, sat in her way.

Tlantli grabbed the handlebars and pulled. With more creaks and groans, the wheels spun backward and the strange machine-cart moved. One of the wheels was utterly stuck in its position and made moving the cart harder but not altogether impossible. Tlantli shoved it to the side, turning to have a look back at Salvia. She hadn't taken much stock in the other things within the shed, but now with the machine-cart out of the way, they could have a better look inside. They must be careful not to vilipend anything of value -- the cart made for easy transportation, and the opportunities for such ventures would be hard to come by in winter.

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