Return Report

Amy Sunders · 05-05-2012, 01:51 PM

Amy had finished returning her horse to the barn, thinking over what she had learned in her travels. Selene was doing well, finally becoming the heiress she'd always seen in the girl. Could still use some aid there, but better than before. Amy was always willing to help, since she had gained the letter granting her family power in Italy. It had been sent off, with copies made to ensure that it arrived. A howl calling her to the borders came shortly after. Curious Amy trotted down, wondering what it could be. A large smile spread across her face as she recognized a sailor from one of the ships. It had been a while since the letter had been delivered. It looked like it was going to pay off now.

The sailor bowed down courteously, holding out a sealed letter, as well as a package. Nodding her head Amy passed him a single gold piece, one of only a handful that she owned. Grinning the sailor departed, and Amy moved a short distance back. Gently she seated herself on a rock, opening the letter. The words inside were precious, warming her heart. They were proud of her. She had done well in her work. The information she'd sent them was valued, letting them work on continuing to expand their influence. Smiling she folded the letter back up, opening the package to reveal a prized bottle of fine italian wine, and a polished set of intricate assassin daggers, beautiful workmanship along the blades. Amy gently pressed her thumb to them, watching the blood swell. A perfect gift.

Octavius Poer de Angelo · 05-05-2012, 02:28 PM

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Branches were the perfect place to work, up high where not many would think to look, and where one could look out to see if anyone was coming near. Octavius stretched out and yawned, his fingers working quickly to tie knots in the fabric that was pooled on his lap. He’d been doing this same thing for the past two days, knotting the different strips of material together in a long rectangular shape. In the end it would create a scarf, about five feet long, that had pieces of red, green, blue and purple cloth weaved in.

The young man’s head whipped up when he heard a soft howl coming from the borders, ears pricking forward to read the sounds. Male, he was calling for someone, not asking to gain entry. Frowning, Octa jumped down from the branch and wrapped the unfinished scarf around his neck and shoulders, loping towards the sound.

Amy’s scent hit him hard and the boy came to a slow stop, glancing around and trying to find the woman. He’d only had bad experiences around her, so he was a bit nervous and wary about being anywhere near the woman while alone. Clearing his throat, he glanced around one more time; eyes narrowed, finally he spotted her perched on a boulder. Amy? Who was that…is everything alright? His head tilted to the side as he drew closer, until his fur brushed up against the large rock she was sitting on. Despite being nervous and untrusting of her, he saw no reason to be openly hostile when they were on relatively neutral territory. She wasn’t threatening at the moment, so he wouldn’t be either.

Photo courtesy of Espen Faugstad

Amy Sunders · 05-05-2012, 03:26 PM

Amy moved her hand along the various weaponry on her body, looking for a place to store her newest weapons. A precious gift, items with less worth would be discarded immediately. Finding a knife that wasn't anything special she promptly chucked it to land in a nearby tree by the border. It could work as a warning for those who came by. Placing the new blades in their place at her hip Amy smiled, again admiring the workmanship. The smell of a nearby pack member, something which would usually bothered her, was actually met with a soft wag of her tail. Someone to share her good fortune with.

The foolish pup who had shown up during her birth was there. His name escaped her for the moment, though she would probably remember it soon enough. A sailor. Came to deliver a package for me. The letter was quickly tucked away out of sight. It was for her and her alone. Nobody else would see it. Picking up the wine Amy tilted it around, again enjoying the gifts and proof of how well she had been doing. Care for a glass? It's from the 1800's. Very rare. The best of the vines was used in this.

Octavius Poer de Angelo · 05-06-2012, 11:23 AM

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Amy’s good mood was surprising to the young man. Last time he’d seen her had been at his coming of age ceremony, where he had threatened her life…and she had scoffed at his attempt to be menacing. The images of her burned into his brain were those of a rage filled fat woman, bent on killing him and his sister and Aeron for no reason other than that they were trying to help. Wide eyed, the boy stood taller and watched her closely, trying to get to know this new woman. Something had changed her for the better, he hoped, and he almost wanted to find out who or what it was.

When she asked about having a drink of the liquid in the bottle, his upper lip wrinkled a bit. No way in hell was he going to touch that crap. About two months before, he’d knocked over a small flask of alcohol in the meeting room. Stupidly curious, as most puppies were, he bent over and lapped at the odd smelled liquid. The taste that seared his tongue and throat was probably enough to swear him off of the stuff for a lifetime. Uh…erm, well…no thank you. It’s special to you, keep it for yourself, Amy.

Wincing a little, he hoped that she wouldn’t get mad about his turning down the drink. His hands lifted and fidgeted with the scarf around his neck, eventually tugging it off. The colors were bright and clean, and as he looked up at the creamy colored female, a small grin pulled at his lips. Holding it up, he showed off the slightly disheveled work proudly. It was his first piece like that, so of course it wouldn’t be perfect. Do you like it? His ears drooped a bit to the sides and head sank a little, shy and embarrassed, but too excited about his work.

Photo courtesy of Espen Faugstad

Amy Sunders · 05-06-2012, 11:42 AM

Shrugging Amy pulled it back to herself. Yes, this is special. It's best when shared though. Well, I suppose you're too young. Amy opened the bottle, taking a sip. Yes, that was the stuff. Sweet, burning liquid. Absolutely amazing. No wonder she worked so hard for her family. They always knew just what to give her. They must have realized how hard it was to find good stuff over here. Placing the bottle back down she smiled over at Octavius, unaware of what he thought of her. As far as she was concerned he was just an ignorant pup, not yet ready for battle.

The scarf pulled from his neck had a rather loose knit to it. Amy could see the clumsy movements in it, edges where mistakes had been made. She'd already surmised it's worth, dismissing it as nothing more than a simple item that would bring amusement to those who were rather simple in nature. Asked for her opinion on the scarf Amy shrugged. The fabric is quite nice. I do believe the color scheme is rather fitting, but the scarf itself isn't as high quality as it could be. She ran her hand over, indicating to a bunching in the fabric. Here, if you shift the fabric you could get it better. She tugged on it briefly, straightening it to a smoother appearance. Still not good, but at least a bit better.

Octavius Poer de Angelo · 05-07-2012, 10:15 AM

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As Amy reached down and messed with the lengths of fabric, Octavius stretched his body out and climbed up onto the rock with ease. Wiggling around, he sat down next to the woman, smiling happily and watching her hands move. He was already taller than she was, but was still thin and lanky, filling out slowly as he grew older. Leaning over slightly, he looked over her shoulder and reached in to tug on one of the thick strands, straightening it as she had done. Already, with only a few adjustments, the thing was looking better.

Head tilted to the side, he nodded slowly as she spoke, taking in her words and storing them in his brain for a later date. Thank you! It’s my first time making one…found the fabric at a place with all these little house buildings filled with odd things. It was really fun! Grinning, the boy snatched the scarf back and began tying more knots, making them neater and tighter, like Amy had done. About five minutes later he determined it to be done and tied the edges into tight little circles. If both ends were brought together, the little balls of fabric and circles would act like buttons.

He sat there looking at the piece for a while before lifting it up slowly and draping it around Amy’s shoulders, smiling a bit as the colors stood out so strikingly against her light cream colored fur. That’s really pretty on you. Keep it, kay?

Photo courtesy of Espen Faugstad

Amy Sunders · 05-07-2012, 08:16 PM

The young wolf looked rather like someone had grabbed one end of him and stretched it. The chubbiness that had been there before was completely gone. She wondered if he would keep his promise of defeating her if she threatened his family again. If he had developed any skills for fighting. It would be amusing if he had. Amy shifted uncomfortably as he moved close to her, growling slightly. She didn't like him hovering over her shoulder. It was very tempting to just turn around and bite him, Amy barely holding herself in control.

He had made the scarf? No wonder it was poorly built! Amy snorted, watching him excitedly snatch it back. She was curious about where he had found all the items. Perhaps she could go through there and pick out things for her wagon. Asking her opinion on his first scarf probably wasn't the best idea, as Amy tended to be fairly harsh in her criticism. The quality of the fabric and color was unquestionable, but the scarf itself had no use as badly made as it was. Lifting the wine bottle Amy took another sip before replacing the cork.

Surprise flooded her eyes as the finished scarf was draped around her. What was he thinking? She blinked over at him. Did he say for her to keep it? She looked at the scarf, again calculating the value. If she took it apart and gave the fabric to Dhiate he could probably make something nice out of it. Thanks... Where had that sudden decision come from? Isn't this the kind of thing you give to your mother?

Octavius Poer de Angelo · 05-07-2012, 08:44 PM

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Amy seemed to be slightly uncomfortable with him sitting so close, but the boy blatantly ignored that. He simply sat there and kept working, acting as if he had no idea. Her reaction to his laying the fabric over her shoulders had him chuckling softly and shrugging, watching her expression closely. This…for my mom? Oh…no way. I’ll make her something much better. A hint of mischievousness flashed in his eyes and he laughed against to himself before turning and sliding off of the rock, large feet hitting the ground and balancing him out with ease. The female was always so…arrogant and sure of everything that he didn’t feel bad being a little bit bratty to her.

Glancing up at the woman, he tilted his head to the side and flicked his ears back and forth slowly. You can take it apart if you’d like, I don’t care…all I ask is that you don’t throw it out or burn it. If you truly don’t want it, let me make something else with the fabric. Seriousness overtook the playfulness and he watched her closely once more, trying to gauge if she was really mad at him or just bewildered by his decision to give the thing to her.

Photo courtesy of Espen Faugstad

Amy Sunders · 05-08-2012, 03:06 PM

The statement that Naniko deserved something of higher quality than Amy immediately brought a growl from her. Yes, Naniko was the angela, but Amy still felt that she deserved things every bit as good as the pack's leader received. To be slighted so, even by the leader's kid, was maddening. How was she supposed to appreciate and accept some lousy scarf, with no connection to the boy? There was nothing to gain from it at all. What did he expect her to do? Shower him with thanks for shoddy workmanship? She opened her mouth to tell him where he could stuff his scarf as he bounded off. He was acting so giddy, as if he'd accomplished some great feat instead of simply acting like a brat.

The sudden seriousness caught her attention. Smiling Amy lifted a hand to the scarf. Taking it apart was exactly what she was going to do. Pulling it off from around her neck the dog examined the bright colors once more. Truly good quality. She could make wonderful things with this fabric. Glancing up she studied the white brat again. Why had he given it to her? It was a rather strange choice. Perhaps it was simply to make fun of her, but then he wouldn't have said what he had. How strange. Shrugging it off she resumed studying the scarf. You can go now.

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