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Sorry it took me this long to get this up; Dad's been hard on me about getting on Souls. I'm only on now because I didn't shut down earlier, just closed the laptop. Lemme know if you want anything changed.
Word Count: 545. Worth 5 points.
It was only a few hours after she had been accepted, but already Hanna had a decision in front of her. The woman had wandered the village where Dawali had shown her the ceremonial fire, and later had re-found and traipsed around the fields. As she and Dawali had walked to the village, the Kalona had informed her of all the possible jobs she could take. She had debated over which job to work at while she wandered.
The decision that stood out most strongly to Hanna was that of Kunikoti, the medical profession. Medicine was her first love, and she was skilled in ways and methods that - to her knowledge - no one else knew. She was probably wrong, but until she met a few other healers and learned how they did things, what harm was there in stroking her ego a little? The problem with following this profession was that there was already at least one healer.
After Kunikoti, the job Hanna could see herself in most was that of Gatlvska, or craftsman. Hanna had repaired the cabin near Dahlia de Mai, fixing the roof and a small part of the floor. She had since begun tanning sleeping furs from deer hide, and had contemplated crafting clothing from the hides. But no... still no match for her.
Hanna was not a warrior and was no better than average at hunting, even with Tobias' help, so the thought of pursuing those or scouting her career was just as fruitless. The last thing the Kalona had mentioned, though, the Fire Keeper, that... kind of caught her interest. Rakha's pack elder had entrusted her with the secret of making fire, though it was not the secret she'd once thought.
Hanna drew to a halt in front of a large wooden building as she made her way back into town from the fields. The doors were open but the interior was dark enough that it was not immediately apparent what was contained within the structure. Hanna was emboldened by the gentle wuffling noises coming from inside; she approached and entered the building. Her feet stilled while she let her eyes adjust to the dimmed light. Then her jaws gaped. There were beasts inside miniature enclosures, swishing their long tails. None growled, neither did they attack, and so Hanna took a few moments to observe these creatures.
Tall and fairly slender, the pelts and hair of these deer-like animals differed nearly as much as those of the wolves. Here was one who would probably shine burnished red in the sunlight. His mane and tail looked the same. Yet, there was one with flaxen coat, the hair at neck and rump a bright white. And then there was one colored as dark as Hanna was herself.
The one which caught Hanna's eye, though, wore a pelt of soft chocolate brown. Her mane and tail were similarly colored. Intelligent liquid brown eyes turned on Hanna and the wolf smiled softly at the blanket of white that seemingly coated the mare's entire face. She was drawn inexplicably toward the horse, one hand outstretched as she neared. The first words she'd spoken since parting ways with Dawali not long before tumbled out in a whisper of Low Speech. "Hello, Beautiful One."
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