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Myrika Tears · 03-01-2012, 06:00 AM

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Myrika is by Raze!

The pale coyote moved through the dimness of the schoolhouse, frowning at the silence. Kaena was off at the lake, fetching water from a break in the ice Myrika made earlier on in the day. The children were gone, too, and the main hallway of the schoolhouse seemed eerie and empty. The hybrid moved to the doorway and pulled back the leather flap, securing it with the cord of stiffer, darker leather. The last golden light of afternoon then filtered down into the hallway, casting a square of brilliant light into the schoolhouse.

The hybrid opened the opposite door and stepped outside briefly, taking one of the two cooked rabbits she'd strung up from the edge of the overhang earlier in the day. The other was for Halo's children, whenever they returned, and the third had already been eaten by Kaena. Myrika found the old woman had taken to basic cooking easily enough, and it was her scarred grandmother who'd prepared these rabbits. While perhaps slightly more charred than Myri would have liked, they were passable, and the salt seasoning gave them added flavor.

Kaena, although old, had forced herself into usefulness, despite Myrika's protests. Myri was perfectly capable of caring for all the Great Village inhabitants now -- horses, sheep, Kaena, Halo, Amnesty and Oblivion, and whoever else might settle down here eventually, too. They were her own little brood, and the rusty-hued woman had wanted to take care of them as a proper leader, though in truth, she was no more a leader than any other ranked member of Inferni -- Halo was her equal, and by virtue of seniority, her better, too. Still, she wished to be the one they looked up to and therefore she had tried to do everything at first.

Kaena had insisted otherwise, however, and it was for this reason the old woman had taken to the water-gathering as well as the cooking; she spent a fair amount of time tending to Amnesty and Oblivion, as well. She wanted to do more, but Myrika had refused her thus far. She would not have her elderly grandmother breaking a hip tending to the horses or getting stampeded by sheep, though Myri would not admit this to the woman. It would only sour her, and Myri had no intention of causing tension between herself and any other resident of the schoolhouse.

Its innards were beginning to look presentable, as well -- the walls, stripped bare of their crumbling paper documents and other decor, were blank. A display case built into the wall near the entrance, with several shelves that had held nothing at all when Myrika first moved here, was still empty, though Myrika was considering uses for it. It would serve to hold candles and light this part of the hallway, but perhaps there was some more practical purpose for it yet undiscovered.

The tawny coyote stepped back inside the schoolhouse and looked at the display case with disdain, moving past it and to Halo's room. Her door, like the rest within the schoolhouse, was of thick and heavy oak, almost black in the shadows of the schoolhouse. Myrika lifted a hand and knocked, respectful of her housemates' privacy as they were of her own. Though she'd feared being barged in on at first, brusque Kaena and even Amnesty and Oblivion had proven perfectly polite where her privacy was concerned. She'd not yet faced an unwelcome intrusion.

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