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assuming so many things! I guess she could across him and get the notion?

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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HURRRRRR

Word Count → 293


Today was a day to stay in Helotes had decided. It was cold outside, and he did not much feel like scouting or doing anything else. Instead he decided he was going to tidy up his room even more so than he had the previous week. The mud left in the cracks of the floorboards had since dried and was easily swept up, along with tufts of fur and bones that his children had managed to hide in the nooks and crannies of his room. He had sent his two kids off somewhere, he didn’t care, so long as they weren’t in his way; Timori had been more than glad to take them off his hands.

Once he had gotten to airing out the pelts on his cot, he had noticed that some of the furs underneath were still wet and smelled moldy. They weren’t ruined, they just needed to be aired out, so he grabbed the lot and headed down to storage to swap them out for some dry ones. He hobbled down the stairs, barely able to look past the pile in his arms, but he noticed a small figure also moving towards the door leading down to storage; it was Sparrow.

He didn’t say anything right away, but he did manage to catch up to her and shifted the bundle in his arms so he could look at her better, Good day, Sparrow. Haven’t seen you around much. He grinned at her in a friendly sort of way. He couldn’t remember if he had ever spoken with her before, but perhaps he didn’t want Vesper to think he might be hitting on her or something. She was a cutie that was for sure, perhaps that’s why he had stayed away.


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The whole house seemed to scent like mold to her all the time, especially when it rained. But, it didn't bother her, so when the smell suddenly became stronger, it did not signal her that there was someone else near. When she saw the figure come up to her side, she froze for a moment in surprise only to relax just as quickly; the flicker of astonishment remained on her a face a moment longer than it took for her to calm down inwardly, but soon enough it was gone.

"Hello, Helotes," she murmured brightly as she turned to face the man with a small smile on her maw. "I've been busy, I guess... The storm left a mess, tree branches and water everywhere. I have been trying to clean up as much as I can." She did try, indeed, though she avoided a majority of the problems mainly because of the water that was still resting on the surface, even if it was only a few centimeters. But, at least she was picking up the numerous, smaller things so that the clan could focus on the bigger ones with the simple ability she just did not possess.

She took note of the bundles in his arms, realizing that was where the pungent smell was coming from, and asked, "Are you going to the storage, too?" Of course he is, he would probably want fresh pelts, she thought, and looked down at the floor when she noticed that her question was a bit foolish. "H-here, I'll get the door," she stated, stammering a bit as she reached for the door and pushed it open. The man was certainly carrying more than she, and maybe it would make up for her unthought comment. "How's... how have you been? Hydra duties going well?"

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