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Myrika Tears · 03-03-2012, 06:20 AM

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Myrika is by Alaine!

She reached for one of the books, brushing a finger against the hard cover. It was darkened and dotted with signs of age, the sturdy cover even warped in one corner. What would it be like, never seeing these books again? The woman thought it entirely possible they were leaving forever, and perhaps even some tiny, yet unknown part of her was already committed to never returning, but Myri's conscious mind had every intention of coming back. Her chestnut-splashed muzzle curled into a frown, and her shoulders seemed to droop.

Maybe. Probably not, she said, unwilling to lie to her sister outright. But it's worth trying, even if not, she added, and not too quickly. She did not wish to defend their choice to leave -- what else was left for her and Cassie once Kharma was gone? Their family was not liege to Thornloe, but the pack had treated them kindly enough -- were they supposed to join up? The thought sent a flutter of nervousness through Myrika, who could not imagine belonging to the same pack as her tormentors.

And we'll be back, I'm sure of that, she added, now smiling. The tip of her tail even wavered, and she turned back toward the ghost-pale woman. But it will definitely be good to have a break. Vacation, like people used to do, she said, gesturing vaguely back toward the books. These were her only source of knowledge where humans were concerned; she had no inherent understanding of their culture, of course, but it seemed one which seemed to require constant toiling would also require breaks.

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