385 NEVERRRRR ;D
Myrika is by James!
The coyote snorted, choking back a laugh. That's one way of looking at it, she said, brightly. She hadn't expected to feel quite so cheerful after viewing time's incessant march toward permanently damaging the mansion, but that had certainly helped. There was, after all, always something worse that might happen. She nodded and was glad to step out into the summer air, though it was hot and almost oppressively humid outdoors. Still -- it was better than the strongly musty, old scent of the D'Neville.
To think -- people used to keep glass and fabric over their windows, Myri said, holding the door open for the dark-hued coyote and closing it behind her. It's damn hot and stuffy in there now, let alone with everything closed up. "Air conditioning" was something she didn't entirely comprehend, as she'd of course encountered it only through fiction. As none of what she'd ever read included a technical or obvious definition of air conditioning, she was left to conclude that it was some method of purifying the stale air inside human homes.
The redhead settled down to the porch, picking a wooden bench. Its clunky shape and unsophisticated design indicated clear Luperci crafting. Myri preferred the ugly chairs to the old ones -- once upon a time or two, her weight had collapsed an old human artifact, and she was not keen on repeating the experience. She smiled and made a waving motion with her hand to indicate Sepirah might sit where she liked. Although Myrika knew little of her cousin and wanted to speak on it, she was not certain how to broach the subject -- even she knew outright asking would be awkward, to say the least, so she perhaps hoped the conversation might give way -- then again, certain of so little about the dark-hued jackal, she couldn't know for sure.
Falling apart or not, I do like this porch, she murmured, gazing around at the overgrowth of shrubbery and long grasses. At one time or another, surely this was a well-manicured and impossibly green lawn; as for now, it had been retaken almost entirely by nature. Only the axes of the coyotes kept the trees back from the mansion -- and at that, they were creeping far too close.
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