The Rise and Fall

Odessa D'Angelo · 06-30-2012, 05:42 AM

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Odessa, now calm from the almost familiar foreign greeting, moved closer. This was accidental, or so she made it look, inching closer to have a look at those shells. Masking it as a walk across the beach, lapping tides at her feet. Her arms wrapped around her as the wind picked up a bit, pulling at he dark tendrils of her mane and throwing them across her pumpkin gaze. The one she shared with her mother an now deceased uncle. How she missed him, but naturally she'd gotten over the initial shock and sadness, but she was still morning with sunny smile. Odessa had other things to worry about now, family, the clinic, Salsola. It was all she could do to spend a few moments of her day to think of him. And how he was in a better place. But then she considered how much he loved Salsola and how much he put into it, specifically with the animals Salvia now tended.

Now beside the male and his younger companion, she gazed at the pile and began to speak. 'Do you have any shells that would be efficient for scooping things up? Like water and herbs? Something like a trowel?' The medic had bags and bags of herbs in straw bags and buckets, and it would be easier to have something to scoop them up with. Of course, she could have easily asked Novak to craft something out of leather, but she almost always prefered trading outside of the thistle lands, it gave her a chance to build strong relations with traders who could offer things to better Salsola.

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