in the parish of space dust

Salvia Eternity · 02-17-2012, 02:04 PM

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(301) ooh that could be fun. Using a handicapped-modified house so it's likely we can better find it on the first floor.

Salvia was ultimately pleased by her quarry. The metal trinkets would aid in construction of both the medical area and her own barn (by which was Salsola’s barn, but having all but assumed the duties of her father she considered it her own). Tlanti’s words drifted back to a set of triangular, small black ears, and Salvia nodded at her words. With a grunt she pulled free the drawer and hoisted it across her belly. While it was not heavy, it was of an awkward shape and difficult to position. Once satisfied with its position, she moved after Tlanti.

The wolf paused once more to pick up the pans and put these in her drawer. While weighty, Salvia was impressively strong and able to carry it back to Miqui. She placed her treasure in the back of the cart, paused momentarily to look over the horse, and then continued on her way. A neighboring house was further destroyed, but one beyond it seemed adequate, it of a different style than that of the previous two. With a secondary floor relatively intact, she wondered at the sight of it before noting the brick porch and surmising it was made of stone.

A ramp led up to the porch, and a faded blue marker was painted at the border between the street and the sidewalk. Curious as it was, Salvia did not notice and instead moved up the ramp and towards the door. A single sharp thrust with her shoulder forced it open, and the scent of dry rot and other oddities floated down from the building. It was cold inside; almost more cold indoors than out. Had she understood the properties of brick she would have known this was the culprit, but her world was yet simple and ignorant of such things.

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