08-25-2008, 09:15 PM
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She found herself watching the mist that the rain created as it fell into the trees and onto the clearing. It reminded her slightly of the smoke that she had also watched come from the flames of the campfire days prior, though this was far more soothing than the rough and choking smoke. She glanced then to the campfire — it was nothing but a heap of sodden branches and soaked embers. She frowned, a small part of her mind thinking how much of a mess it would be to clean that out and get dry firewood put on it. It never ceased to surprise her what things she found important, and what others she found trivial. Oh, well. She sighed, flicking her gaze once more to the sheets of rain that continued to cascade from the monochrome sky.
Her free ear twitched as she heard someone plodding through the mud. At first, alarm shot through her body like lightning — old habits from her earlier life came flying back. The scent, though very diluted through the rain, was one that she did not recognize. Those she did not know carried danger. Her hand flitted to her waist, though she had the sickening realization that she didn’t have her knife with her. That was a first; she couldn’t remember the last time she had braved being out and about without her knife. She did so just for circumstances like this. Her throat clenched, and she turned her eyes stubbornly to the wolf that was approaching.
He was already there, crouching down closer to her level and peering at her curiously. She returned his gaze unsteadily, her olive eyes bleary. He spoke loudly — strongly — so his voice could be heard over the steady rumble of rain falling on the landscape around them. She didn’t have the constitution to do so; she spoke in a voice that was slightly smaller than her usual, though it was still audible over the rain… but only barely. “Hello,” she responded, slightly bemused-sounding. “And… I don’t think so. Sick. ‘S not… not bad, though.” As if to contradict her, the muscles around her hidden right eye and forehead clenched and unclenched a few times in a nervous twitch. She was suddenly thankful for wrapping her head as she did so — this stranger would probably only notice if he was paying intense attention through the rain.
But he seemed nice enough, this stranger. She was immediately calmed, not feeling endangered in the slightest. He seemed like he meant well, though the scent of illness hung over him like a thick curtain. Her nose wrinkled ever so slightly, and she was suddenly very thankful for the rain.
She found herself watching the mist that the rain created as it fell into the trees and onto the clearing. It reminded her slightly of the smoke that she had also watched come from the flames of the campfire days prior, though this was far more soothing than the rough and choking smoke. She glanced then to the campfire — it was nothing but a heap of sodden branches and soaked embers. She frowned, a small part of her mind thinking how much of a mess it would be to clean that out and get dry firewood put on it. It never ceased to surprise her what things she found important, and what others she found trivial. Oh, well. She sighed, flicking her gaze once more to the sheets of rain that continued to cascade from the monochrome sky.
Her free ear twitched as she heard someone plodding through the mud. At first, alarm shot through her body like lightning — old habits from her earlier life came flying back. The scent, though very diluted through the rain, was one that she did not recognize. Those she did not know carried danger. Her hand flitted to her waist, though she had the sickening realization that she didn’t have her knife with her. That was a first; she couldn’t remember the last time she had braved being out and about without her knife. She did so just for circumstances like this. Her throat clenched, and she turned her eyes stubbornly to the wolf that was approaching.
He was already there, crouching down closer to her level and peering at her curiously. She returned his gaze unsteadily, her olive eyes bleary. He spoke loudly — strongly — so his voice could be heard over the steady rumble of rain falling on the landscape around them. She didn’t have the constitution to do so; she spoke in a voice that was slightly smaller than her usual, though it was still audible over the rain… but only barely. “Hello,” she responded, slightly bemused-sounding. “And… I don’t think so. Sick. ‘S not… not bad, though.” As if to contradict her, the muscles around her hidden right eye and forehead clenched and unclenched a few times in a nervous twitch. She was suddenly thankful for wrapping her head as she did so — this stranger would probably only notice if he was paying intense attention through the rain.
But he seemed nice enough, this stranger. She was immediately calmed, not feeling endangered in the slightest. He seemed like he meant well, though the scent of illness hung over him like a thick curtain. Her nose wrinkled ever so slightly, and she was suddenly very thankful for the rain.