10-09-2012, 02:15 PM
OOC: Ev's in Optime form and pretty much unharmed :X
IC:
Things seemed to be settling, albeit gradually, following the overeager hurricane. Everly was beginning to relax again, to feel a little more settled in herself and her new home. The feeling of peace which had washed over her when she had stood on the other side of the borders what felt like months earlier was beginning to worm its way back into a mind which had been slightly frayed during the activity and uncertainty of the hurricane.
Everly was sat at the base of a tree, her chocolate dusted ankles loosely crossed as she surveyed the sky and the way the light of noon fell over the nearby buildings of the village. She rose quickly when Saqui's call reached her ears, trying to stay within the shade as she jogged towards the hall. Everly wasn't a particularly impressive hunter and in the past she had mostly operated alone. But that had been out of necessity, and she was no longer alone.
Saqui's arm was still in a sling, a faint nervous energy lingering around her. Everly wasn't sure if it was due to the imminent thrill of a hunt, the promise of a good stock of food at the end of it, or the presence of the horses being led by a black-haired male Everly wasn't familiar with. Her memory of Saqui was clear, as was the memory of the rearing stallion's hoof catching her arm.
Coming to a stop, the silky-furred Optime waved to both tribe members, realising halfway through that she was empty-handed, weaponless and unsure of how much use she could be. Her hands dropped and rested behind her back almost guiltily with a matching smile. The only real aspect of value Everly could see in herself at the moment was that she'd been left mostly untouched by the hurricane. She still had her speed and agility intact. “Good morn- afternoon?” the female greeted the small gathering, shooting a quizzical glance upwards to try and determine which time of day was more suitable.
(337 words)
IC:
Things seemed to be settling, albeit gradually, following the overeager hurricane. Everly was beginning to relax again, to feel a little more settled in herself and her new home. The feeling of peace which had washed over her when she had stood on the other side of the borders what felt like months earlier was beginning to worm its way back into a mind which had been slightly frayed during the activity and uncertainty of the hurricane.
Everly was sat at the base of a tree, her chocolate dusted ankles loosely crossed as she surveyed the sky and the way the light of noon fell over the nearby buildings of the village. She rose quickly when Saqui's call reached her ears, trying to stay within the shade as she jogged towards the hall. Everly wasn't a particularly impressive hunter and in the past she had mostly operated alone. But that had been out of necessity, and she was no longer alone.
Saqui's arm was still in a sling, a faint nervous energy lingering around her. Everly wasn't sure if it was due to the imminent thrill of a hunt, the promise of a good stock of food at the end of it, or the presence of the horses being led by a black-haired male Everly wasn't familiar with. Her memory of Saqui was clear, as was the memory of the rearing stallion's hoof catching her arm.
Coming to a stop, the silky-furred Optime waved to both tribe members, realising halfway through that she was empty-handed, weaponless and unsure of how much use she could be. Her hands dropped and rested behind her back almost guiltily with a matching smile. The only real aspect of value Everly could see in herself at the moment was that she'd been left mostly untouched by the hurricane. She still had her speed and agility intact. “Good morn- afternoon?” the female greeted the small gathering, shooting a quizzical glance upwards to try and determine which time of day was more suitable.
(337 words)