Everyone knows you're going to live
So you might as well start trying
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Why she was still haunting the shadows of this dead town she could not say. Despite the fact that the place did not give her a good feeling, she couldn't seem to make herself travel too far from its boundaries. After that first night though, she had not slept within it. There was no saying the wilds outside it were any safer, but at least they felt more natural. Perhaps she didn't want to wander too far because loneliness had finally caught up with her. After she had fled in the night from the gypsy caravan, her whole mind had been set on getting as far away from Milosh as she could. If he found her well...the thought of that made Marika sick with fear. So she had crossed the ocean, ridden from Freetown back to this land, but now what? The Russo didn't know where to go. She could go find Vasiliy in his pack to the South, but she was by no means convinced of that route. So for now, she and Faina floated around and through Amherst like lost souls.
Her food supplies had begun to dwindle again, and so she had spent the day fishing. Of all she had learned during her short stays in Sobirat'sya, fishing was the one she valued most. The small Russo had never been the best hunter, but fishing was much easier. It seemed to run in her blood, at the very least. By the time the sun had begun to descend the western sky she had seven fair-sized fish for her efforts. Marika rolled them up in a spare piece of leather and mounted Faina for a return to the outskirts of town.
For the most part, she didn't run into others while she was wandering through the cracking streets. There had been Lilin, and Vasiliy, but aside from that she had not seen another soul. This evening though, as she neared the train station her nose caught the scent of smoke and meat. Hesitance filled her and even though her better judgment told her to just move on quickly, curiosity won out and she steered the Vanner horse in the direction of the fire. Her approach was by no means quiet; Faina's large hooves clopped loudly against the concrete. Soon her duo-toned eyes caught sight of the fire—and also a man with a pup. Oh, I am sorry... she spoke hastily. The male was large and well built, no doubt he could break her like a twig if he wished. Hands tightened on the reins and her heels were prepared to kick Faina into a gallop at a moment's notice.
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