in the parish of space dust

Tlantli Kimaris · 02-18-2012, 05:08 AM

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I forgot which horse they have out on the cart. ._.;; Guess I assume it's Trader. Also, another idea -- plastic-sheeted furniture. SUP BRO. Could even probably find a mattress done up like that!

Tlantli is by Alaine!

Tlantli followed after her niece toward the next house, her sanguine eyes studying the more wrecked neighbor house. Its front porch had collapsed almost entirely, the once-white trellis enclosure having collapsed entirely. Jagged boards also stuck up from within the porch, nearly touching the sagged roof. Tlantli was certain a hard push from the right direction would send most of the remaining structure tumbling down. Perhaps there was a back way into the house, but the flaxen-haired coyote did not wish to risk entering such a potentially unsound structure, and it seemed Salvia felt the same, for they moved past this house and onto the next.

The one they chose was higher than either of the previous two houses, but it stood tall and seemed solid. The coyote saw the interlaced brick facade of the building and wondered at it a moment. There was a squeak and bump behind her, followed by the sounds of moving horses. Miqui directed the wagon casually down the street, rolling at a snail's pace to stop just before the house Salvia chose as their next target. The buckskin horse shook his head and whisked his tail, turning his snout to peer at the riderless mare tethered to the cart. Tlantli turned away from her brother and their equines and toward Salvia, watching as she broke through the door. This house had been more well-sealed than the previous, and Tla's muzzle was greeted with the sour scent of old, strangely cool air.

Still, she was not bothered by such things, and so the yellow-furred canine stepped in behind Salvia, peering around the house. The queer design of the outer facade extended inside. Tlantli saw a fireplace, tilting her head at its design. She took a few steps toward it, hunkering down low to look over it. From what she saw, there was a stack extending outside of the building for the smoke. She would not be surprised if it was totally clogged, however -- crumbling leaves and other debris decorated the sooty inside of the fireplace, evidence of some kind of blockage further up the shaft.

They certainly couldn't take a fireplace, but Tlantli still made note of its design, pondering if they might imitate it someday. The clinic was to be a wooden building, and it would not do to have it burn -- but a warm fire would be good for the sickly and weak, especially in the colder months. Tlantli contemplated this no more, and instead peered around the room. The seats in this place were strange, covered with transparent sheeting that clung tightly to the furniture. She stepped toward it and tore at the sheeting with a claw, careful to position her nail so it would cut only the plastic and not the couch beneath. She sliced a long slit into it and pulled back on the sheeting, tearing it further as she pulled.

Salvia, she called, unsure if the woman had moved to another room or stood right beside her. This furniture -- it seems in very good order. The honey-furred canine was not absolutely certain of the purpose of covering furniture with the transparent stuff, but it was well-sealed and seemed to have kept mold, bugs, and dirt from destroying the decor of this room. The couch Tlantli had opened could seat three Luperci, and she saw a smaller couch, perhaps fit for two, and a single seat. Perhaps there were other rooms of this house with similar furniture -- they might even have to make a return trip, if Salvia dubbed the items useful. Tlantli thought they were -- even if not for the clinic, certainly someone in Salsola might want them.

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