the might of thors hammer

Wretch D'Angelo · 08-01-2012, 08:13 PM

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It seemed as if everyone had a set job to do. This day reminded Wretch of the day that she, Saul, and the rest of the family (along with a few others) had cleaned up her old room in Ichika and made it livable. When she had returned to the territory Ichika had been one of the first places she'd gone to, but everything had been gone. She hadn't asked her father about what had transpired in that pack yet, having been satisfied just knowing that he was now alive and in one piece...but she would have to, soon. She could see the room in her minds eye now, the nice window that overlooked the park...the vines that clung to the entire thing, holding tightly onto it.

The girl blinked a few times, breaking out of her stupor. Her own arms were wrapped tightly around herself, and she uncrossed them and let them hang at her sides. She just needed to do her own thing here and try to ignore the others unless they spoke to her first. That was the right thing to do, wasn't it? She emerged from the brush, arriving just as Saul handed shovels out. and waving a hello at him. She began to lay out the tarps that she had brought with her from her wagon. They'd shovel the dirt onto those, which she could pull away. They might need the dirt later, so she'd make a pile of it until told otherwise and try her best not to keep to herself. She noticed Ezra working not too far away from her, but wasn't sure if she ought to try to approach him while he was working or not.

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