Moving on and out

Keldava Wolfe-Denahlii · 08-14-2012, 06:08 PM

[html]

Word Count → 664 :: Hurr hurr, takes place on the 15th

Keldava stared at the hunk of stone in front of her, only half comprehending that this was now her home. The issue of where Keldava was going to live now was one she had skirted for a while after the incident with Jace, mostly by going on a hunting trip for as long as possible, spending all her time outside.

Still Keldava couldn’t stay outside forever. It wasn’t a matter of comfort – Keldava could, and had on several occasions, make herself comfortable even on rocky ground; a trait gathered from her love of wandering – but sleeping outside felt too much like a victory for Jace, like she had been driven from her home and was waiting for a chance to go slinking back and Keldava wasn’t in the mood to grant her mother any victories at the moment, even minor, imagined ones.

So she had gone to Skye and asked the leader to assign her a house. Keldava could hardly fault Skye’s choice; the house was an attractive stone cottage with a large tree growing above it to cast shade over half of it. Really it was the perfect house for Keldava; the outside required little maintenance with cobbled walls and thatched roof in very good condition and a pleasant little patch of soft, mossy grass in the shady roots of the tree. But as nice as the cottage was it didn’t make it feel any less empty. It was a fairly large house: an array of rooms on the main floor, a cellar and a spacious attic which served as a room itself and Keldava had chosen for the view out the window and the fact that it had a fireplace to one end. Altogether it was a very large house for one young girl and it felt eerily empty. Restricting herself mostly to one room had helped; decorating the singular room to make it more homely.

The hunting had helped. Hunting with only one hand had been an interesting experience but sheer anger and little else to do had bagged Keldava a respectable amount of kills and with them a decent amount of furs and skins to decorate and furnish her room alongside those she had already acquired.

In theory moving in should have been easy. Aside from her armour and weapons Keldava had few belongings; her furs, the cloak Jace had gifted her, some carving tools and a few random trinkets she had acquired from various places. In theory she could have gotten the house set up in less than an hour – not even trying to furnish the other rooms yet.

In practise Keldava was left out in the street, swearing at both her useless right hand and the bundle of furs that had collapsed out of it, unravelling and dumping the knickknacks contained within onto the street. Keldava carefully put down the bundle her good hand was holding and shuffled over to the mess, glaring at her right hand as though it had purposely wronged her. Talesin had done a good job of the stitches and there was no external sign that half her hand had been ripped open from the back; it just looked like an oddly shaped cut following the shape of her hand. Other than looks though things weren’t so bad. It had taken up until now for the hand to stop bleeding – probably Keldava’s disappearing off to hunt hadn’t helped here – and she had gained pretty much no control over it. Her thumb she could move without pain now at least, though even that made her hand start shaking violently. The fingers simply refused to move at all and even trying caused the hand to shake violently.

Growling out a curse Keldava started to collect her belongings from the ground, a long task with only one god hand, cursing quietly beneath her breath and not particularly caring if anyone was around to hear and be offended by such language from one so young at the moment.

Login




Remember me Lost Password?