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less is by nat.
The ebony pelted woman had been the strange city for a few days, nosing around the ruins for anything she could find and so far the pickings had been good. In an abandoned jewlerry store she had a stroke of luck and found some expensive and rare necklaces, and these she had kept close to her person since she had found them. The jewels had been stored in an inside breast pocket of her cloak, and she had been confident that nobody would steal them from her. As for sleeping arrangements, the woman had chosen a large church that had doors large enough for her to bring Valhalla into, so the two had stayed there since they had arrived. Rain hit the roof in a soothing pitter-patter sound, and Alessandra awoke slowly from her deep sleep.
The skelton-eqsue figure stretched out and rose to her knees on the pelts she had laid out on one of the wooden pews, sleepily looking around. Her skull was hanging from the saddle-bags and she had used her cloak as a blanket as she slept, and she carefully set it back on the pelts as she stepped off of the pew. Valhalla whickered softly as she neared him and he nosed her hips with a questioning gaze, where was his food? A soft laugh fell from her bleached maw as she bent down to search through his saddlebags, grasping a handful of oats and raising her hand to his muzzle, enjoying the feeling of his whiskers brush her hand as he ate carefully out of her hand. " Don't you worry Valhalla, I have some carrots and apples for you.. We are heading back home today. " Came her soft words, looking fondly up at her large war-horse.
The woman had turned away and was just starting to gather up the pelts on the pew when her sensitive ears were alerted to the door opening and she watched with icy blue eyes as a white figure entered the church. Stiffly she rose up to full height as he walked closer, clearly unaware to the two that stood at the front of the church. " Hello.. " She greeted simply, unsure what to do. In any other place she would have angrily demanded what he was doing here, but this was not near her home. To her knowledge, this could have been a place that he had taken to staying in as well. " Seeking shelter from the rain? " Her stark-white hair hung to her waist and bounced with the movement her body made as she gathered her cloak in her arms protectively.
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