in the eaves, the corvidae

China Rose Lykoi · 04-11-2012, 12:41 PM

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Early morning, Borgata Colotl, outskirts of the Ruins
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Dawn broke across the northern sky, pale and fragile, the dim night retreating into the depths of the world as soft eggshell blue spread across the heavens. She awoke, alone - This was unsurprising, for Itachi slept shortly, and rose early. The scent of him still clung to the pile of furs that made up their bed, and as consciousness slowly crept over her, China snuggled tightly into the furs, clinging onto the remnants of warmth where his body might have been.

She finally rose, just as the first rays of soft yellow light burst over the horizon, lighting the strange and mystical world outside. A thick mist had rolled in from the ocean overnight, and it danced between the sun's groggy rays, twisting and shifting and slowly dying into the mild, pleasant warmth of a spring day.

At last, spring. At last, winter had released its grip on the world she knew, the world that haunted the girl inside her own mind.

Nimble fingers straightened the small home. It was a beautiful little place - Itachi still had some work to do, patching the ceiling and mending the walls; But it was homey. It was home. A strange bought of loneliness caught her attention, and the willowy girl straightened slowly, her eyes wistful as they gazed out the door and into the growing daylight. Itachi could not spend all of his time with her. That was just the way of things. She still remembered the day when the monster - The King, Itachi had told her, King Sirius - Had come to them, and punished her love. Her happy glossy bubble, in which they were the only two to exist in the world, had burst, and realization had flooded in. Itachi had brought her to a pack, a Kingdom called Salsola. He had duties here; Had a king to answer to. There had been trouble recently, something about invaders, things that her golden savior had barely voiced; But he didn't need to. She had seen the worry in his face, beneath the blankness of his exterior. He had warned her not to go near the borders, not to wander far. There were dangers out there, in this world that was not just the two of them.

She played at being a good denwife. The bedfurs were taken outside and beaten with a stick, until the dust and dirt had fallen from them, and they were plush and supple again. She tended the tainted prince's belongings, cleaned and arranged; set strips of a rabbit he had brought home yesterday to dry in the sun on a flat, clean stone. There was no salt to treat them with, but the bland flavor didn't bother her. She absently chewed on a dried strip as she worked.

The bandage was tied about her upper arm, as usual, hiding an old scar. But an old friend had made it's way back into her appearance - Tucked into the bandage, as from old times, was the wooden pipe from her past. She had only played it a few times, but already the familiarity of it's presence on her person was welcomed.

The sun was swelling now, bursting over the trees to the east, spilling warm gold light across the rolling hills and pine copses of the borgata. Wrapping a soft doe-hide about her bony shoulders, the silver songbird emerged from her home, and tentatively began her ritual morning trek towards the main ruins. There was a small fresh-water pool nearby that she knew the path to well enough, where she could bathe and was her short grey hair, so that she might be pleasant to look upon for Itachi when he got home. The remaining mist swirled about her as she walked, and the girl clutched the doe-hide closer about herself, willing the warmth of the sun to seep into her bones.

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