WC:: 443 -02.08.2012 mid morning, optime form. Happy Nier. 5pts +3
Yesterday had been a good day for Niernan; Saul had approached him and pulled him aside, informing him that he had been promoted to his desired rank of Vald. Nier had beamed uncontrollably for the rest of the day. This morning, when he had woken he had felt slightly different, he thought that he stood a little straighter and he felt pride swell in his chest. He had worked hard for his rank and he knew that he would continue to do so, happy to be protecting his pack in the best way he could. But today he decided he needed to rest; his back ached from the work he had helped with on the laying the foundations for the village hall, and his paws were a little weary after his constant patrolling.
With his mind set on a relaxing day he pottered about his house, gathering the things he would need to just chill out. He unhooked his leather bag from its place on the back of his only chair and plucked his journal and a couple of sticks of charcoal from his splintered table, placing them carefully in his bag. He called to Ciaran, the cat still in the bedroom, "I thought I might head over to the garden, you wanna come with me?" The only answer he got was a thump as the cat jumped down from the bed. The dark tabby jumped up onto the table beside Niernan and gave him a feline smile, butting against Niers hand-paw affectionately.
The pair set off for the garden, neither of them having really been there, but both knowing that it was there and was mainly the domain of Saul and Colibri. As such not many pack members found their way to the garden so he thought that it might be a nice, peaceful place to sit, rest and maybe draw a little. He had been neglecting his journal recently and thought that he should carry on his sketches. It didn't take them long to reach the plot, it was far more than he expected, plants that he didn't know growing in ordered lines. It was obviously well tended and much loved, he thought that might be down to Coli's efforts, seeing as their fearless leader had been so busy lately. He found a comfy patch of grass nearby and settled himself down, pulling his journal and a stick of charcoal from his bag he flipped to a clean page, starting to sketch the nearest plant. He would ask Coli or Saul what it was later so he could name it. He happily sketched away, losing himself in the skritch of charcoal on paper.
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