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Date: 20 Aug* (Forward-dated) Weather: Clear, bright and cool Time: Mid-morning |
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Sonje by Sie!
After spending something around two weeks in Halifax, Sonje had come northwest again, keeping to the mountain's foothills where it was easiest to come across prey and find shelter. After several days of traveling again, she came to pass the range (and a river) and she shirked farther north as soon as she could. She took shelter in the southern portion of the Reserve, glad for the towering pines and spruce trees that welcomed her, even in darkness. She chose a small grove of trees that overlooked a dark lagoon, and urged Jagga to lie down. She didn't bother making a fire, as she had a blanket for warmth and nothing to cook besides, so she wrapped the quilt around her shoulders and settled next to her greatest companion, whose broad shoulder served as a warm pillow.
Sonje blinked wearily when dawn brought a glaring sun to greet the diurnal and send the nocturnal to bed. She yawned, stretching out of her blanket and patting Jagga fondly, who snorted an assumed "good morning" and continued dozing. Standing, she looked out to the lagoon, which was a funny blue-green color that managed not to look disgusting, even with the legions of moss and cat-tails at its banks. Licking her lips, instead of moving on, she decided she would stay here for maybe another day and whittle at the roll of leather she'd taken from a warehouse in the harbor district of Halifax. With her new sword, she needed to make a harness for Jagga, one that was comfortable for her horse but would support her cutlass and other things, should she gather them.
Unfortunately, Sonje didn't have much knowledge in the art of tailoring, so she was going on little to no basis at this point. She could carve wood, but leather was different, which she quickly recognized as she unfurled the heavy, malleable material and ran her hands over it contemplatively. It was a very long piece she'd brought with her, sufficient to make a harness (and many other things with the leftovers), if she didn't royally screw it up. She spent an hour cutting a crude imitation of a harness—with warehouse shears that she planned to get rid of once she was done—before realizing how terrible the product was. Growling, she built a fire, just to burn it angrily. She began throwing the mutilated pieces of leather into the fire, curling her lips distastefully. Jagga watched from where she grazed about ten yards away.
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