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Location: Thornbury, CdA Date: 10 Sept* *Foredated Weather: Overcast, foggy Time: Morning |
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Vasiliy is by me!
There was a crispness to the air that hadn't been there the past few days. It was not yet full-blown autumn, no -- but there was a faint chill on the air, perhaps more of a smell of cool than any real sense of fall's approach. But Vasiliy lifted his muzzle and knew it was coming, and smiled broadly. He was looking forward to another winter, and curious to see just what the cold weather would bring in this place. He was certain it would not be the cold darkness of his homeland -- the sun would shine brightly here throughout winter, in keeping with its daily rhythm at these lower latitudes. He yearned, too, for the color of fall -- the trees were still brilliantly green, though perhaps some of the earliest turners had a single yellow leaf or two.
Perhaps more than anything, though, it was companionship Vasiliy desired. He had spent the last few days around his fellow d'Arte members -- two of them, rather -- and he found, on this day, he was yearning further companionship. Yet -- he dared not seek out either Robert or Hotaru for fear of making a nuisance of himself. He might try to find Eclipse -- this thought struck him brightly. The hybrid stood up and trotted out of his house, walking with obvious merriment through the village. The stone-hued wolf was distracted from his quest by the sight of the stables. In the hazy air, it seemed a quaint place, and the pleasant smell of horses -- and less pleasant scent of their excrement -- reached his sensitive nose.
He hesitated. It was important to make friends -- but even more important to work for his pack. The dust-colored wolf therefore headed toward the stables, and was busily fussing over the horses in a few moment. The stalls themselves seemed rather freshly mucked, and the straw was still golden-yellow and fluffed. Vasiliy therefore busied himself by cooing and talking to the horses, offering them each a sweet treat of strawberry from the garden.
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