The hurricane was too much to handle for Sparrow. From the flooding of the caverns, the mansion taking damage, and some of the horses at one point going missing, she had been fretting more often than not. While the storm was long gone, the sighs of it remained, and perhaps they worried her just as much as the storm had frightened her. The water never did recede from some of the caves, most of them no one living in them, except for Vesper. Sparrow had felt a bit tense about that, but ever since her sister finding home within the schoolhouse, her mind laid to rest on that. She would remain in the caverns herself; her hole had not flooded, and she would rather sleep outsider rather than that building or even the mansion, even as the weather grew colder.
Then there was the moor. Soaked to its bone. Even one step into the fields made her squeamish, and the thought of pressing further into the marshy mess made her feel panicked. The thought of being swallowed by a bog or something equally as worse came to mind, and she had started to avoid that area like the plague. She often had to round it until she stepped out of the borders in order to evade it as she went about her business. With all this flooding and water, Sparrow did not simply know how to handle it.
So, she stuck near the Nod, where there was somewhat less damage--at least the flooding was not as bad, and she could live with a few downed trees. She decided to head to the mansion that day, carrying bundles with her. She had tried to look for the dog-man she had made them for, but she never did find him. And, having no use for them herself and not wanting to for them to go to waste, she decided to bring the two coats to the storage. The bird-coat she had made as well could be a gift to Stark, she supposed. She slowed a bit when she reached the doors of the mansion, always hesitating, but after a moment's wait for something that would never come, she clumsily opened the entrance and carefully closed it behind her. It felt better inside that it did out; it made her realize how cold it was beginning to become.
The thought was curious, but her main was focus was to get to the storage room without dropping the heavy coats. No one would appreciate a dirty cloak.
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