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[html]  i r slowsauce D: also, the quality here is somewhat lacking; i apologize
It had been one of those days where the sun never showed up. Logically, Festivity knew it was there, providing a relative warmth to the deepening season, but the local star remained curtained behind grey rolling clouds for the whole day. She had been exploring the mountains to the north and east during the past tenday, and only yesterday found her way back down to the seaside lowlands. The mountain air had been refreshing, but she had quickly discovered that this was the wrong season for elevated travel. She and Valrian had not climbed too high after one close call, but vowed to return when the season broke in the spring. Today the hybrid and her avian companion were hungry and weary, and needed a day to relax and recover.
They slept in late, sheltered in a long-forgotten fisherman's shack through which the wind whistled urgently. The gusts died down toward morning, which led the way for fog to accumulate. It would last most of the day. On a rocky outcrop with a makeshift fishing pole, Festivity spent much of the afternoon. The season for the best fishing had past, but she ended up with food to spare. On a sandy hovel sheltered from the wind not far from the sea, Festivity built a bonfire made from driftwood. She cleaned the fish and laid them on a large flat stone next to the fire to cook. Valrian flew down and reclaimed his spot on her shoulder, and she leaned back into the folds of her cloak to watch the colored fire burn.
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