Heartlines

Orin Takekuro · 03-14-2012, 06:52 PM

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This thread is launching late, but should actually be dated March 9. x.x

It felt like she had just returned to d’Arte from the festival but already she was on the road again. This time, she set up her favorite communal mare, Spot, with all her tack and gear, but had a special passenger with her. Orin had folded and strapped down a special nest of blankets so the lupus puppy could ride on horseback with her, since she was yet too young to shift and ride easily in Optime. The child was a bundle of energy, twice over because sometimes it felt like she zapped all of Orin’s, and she asked questions along the way about everything. But Orin, ever loving, answered each and every preposterous inquiry, often with an answer twice as ridiculous. Now, though, Orin was getting some much deserved peace and quiet, because Sarian was peacefully passed out beneath the shell of blankets.

The only sounds she heard now were the powerful clopping of the horse’s hooves on the thawing soil and the rustling of the wilderness around her as she walked the creature slowly toward the pack lands. Slow and steady was the pace, for she did not want to tip the young pup out of her little sleeping hovel there on spot’s rump.

Her timing was impeccable! She had arrived exactly on the date she had aimed for; March 9. She was to make a stop by Casa di Cavalieri before making her way up to New Dawn, and had sent word before her to Titania’s lands, but her calling here was meant to be a complete surprise.

With the wind whipping over the landscape and tugging at her tight, vibrant locks, Orin eased Spot to a stop near the borders. There was something fresh and spirited about these lands; it was invigorating. After a moment of soaking in the soul of Casa di Cavalieri, Orin tipped her head back and let out a long howl of greeting.

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