[p] something pure to burn away the darkness

Harrow D'Angelo · 09-26-2012, 12:43 PM

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gogo! 8O

The woman-girl flashed a pearly smile at her mother, and quickly stepped back to where she came, but she did not allow herself to go farther than a few feet away from the other. While she was certainly used to being back home, she still wanted to cling near her mother as if there was the threat of either of them disappearing if Harrow ventured too far. The collapsing stone house was not far off, and in less than a minute they came upon it. It was not in bad shape, considering that most of the ruins were ragged around the edges, away.

Vivid, sharp eyes watched, fired with excitement, as Eris took the bag in hand and begun to take out something. While she anticipated many things, a pelt was not one of them--but the item was no less meaningful. She took the elkfur gingerly with her arms, as if cradling an animal, and brushed the pelt with a free hand. It was nice, and Harrow instantly felt attached to it, and held it more possessively to her chest. She nodded at the mention of candles and oils, grinning at each as they were spoken about.

But, her smile faultered a little at the mention of the war, or as so they addressed it. The few, cutting memories she associated with that time were the most unpleasant things she had expeierenced yet. She forced herself to appear happy at the mention of winning, for it was certainly a good thing that Salsola preserved. But, when mother spoke the truth of her not receiving spoils, she felt her heart drop. It was not because she didn't get more objects to preen over, but because she was not there to help, and when she had done so, it earned her lameness. The feeling of utter uselessness overcame her, and she reverted her eyes to the ground. "It is very nice," she stated softly, and began to move towards her ruins, thought pausing to see if mother would follow her in. She still wouldn't step far from her presence.

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