08-16-2008, 05:57 PM
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The sick were resting finally, however comfortable that they could, which didn't seem to be very comfortable at all. Rachias stole away from Esper Hollow quickly, carrying along with her the small pack that she had picked up from the shack there. Her days had been spent, for the most part, watching over the sick and attempting to care for them as best she could. The pack was hoisted carefully over her shoulder, unzipped and hanging open to reveal an empty void. She was heading off to the city, taking her only bit of free time to try and find some blankets to haul back to them. The nights were progressively getting cooler and it had been raining for quite some time. At times the roof of the shack would leak, making the young woman paranoid that it would only cause them to get worse. The sun was finally out, the ground still wet from rain, and the threat of more rain loomed just beyond the mountains in the form of thick gray clouds. Rachias moved swiftly through the streets of the small city, over pavements and soon enough through yards. The first house that she came to, past the small row of shops that lined the streets, was a small two-story home, white on the outside with a homely sort of feel to it. With no time to hesitate, the young woman moved on to the porch, opening the door with a light push, and disappeared inside. |