this carnival of rust
#1
((Set mid-afternoon. Also, this is what she's playing only without the background beat, in case you were wondering!))

Ottilie had not been Anatheman long, but she had already settled in fairly well. Her caravan was parked in Thackary Village, blocks placed to stop its wheels and wooden 'legs' unhinged from their usual hiding place below the caravan to hold it absolutely steady. The cats were at ease-- Ringo barely did anything but lounge around on his bed of pillows anyway, and Chequers had immediately taken to harassing the local wild rabbit population. Three days they had been moved in, and Ottilie had already had seven rabbits with the heads chewed off brought to her door. And a pile of bloody sparrow feathers placed almost artfully on top of a rat. She truly had no idea what went on in that cat's brain.

Svadilfari had been stabled with the horses ofother Anathemans, and he had taken to it well enough. Since he wouldn't be pulling her caravan as often, Ottilie planned to use him as more of a riding horse. She didn't just want to leave the poor dear on his own all the time after all. He got on well with other horses and didn't make trouble, but she knew he got lonely without her.

Currently she was sat on the front step of her caravan, violin in hand. She paused for a moment, considering what to play. She eventually settled on a tune and began to stroke her bow over the strings of the instrument, playing a lively song and tapping her foot with it. The stamping of her foot got harder and louder as she got into the music, the thump thump thump almost being as much a part of the music as the violin itself. Mido had seemed to be unfamiliar with her mention of the instrument-- she wondered if anyone here would recognise it?
#2
Ayasha was feeling rather good about life right now, except the fact that she was missing Liam but that wasn’t anything new. There wasn’t a day that went by that she didn’t miss her mate. But she was doing well besides that. She was working on advancing in her rank and also meeting her fellow pack mates, including her mate's family member, Charm. Yes, except for that longing and emptiness from her love not being here, she was perfectly fine.

She headed out to the stables and D'ryn wanted to go see Ahuli. He wasn’t old enough to ride the horse but the two of them seemed to like each other. When her son was old enough, she would teach him, and Bridget if she wanted, to ride a horse. Albus decided to come with them as well, the young owl feeling more and more comfortable around her and her children. She reached up to give him a scratch and he nibbled gently on her fingers, being very gentle about it.

Her ears perked up as she heard the sound of some music. She wasn’t entirely sure what it was but she had heard something similar to that sound. She had heard someone play a guitar at some point. D'ryn seemed excited to see who was playing as well so she headed in the direction of the person playing and stopped at respectable distance from the female, gently stopping her son from rushing forward by giving him a gentle warning look. He pouted and stayed nearby her legs.
#3
Ottilie played the final note of her tune and stopped the stomping of her foot before she looked up at spotted the white female and her young pup. Her face immediately lit up when she set eyes on the child, her tail wagging; she absolutely adored children. She set the instrument down on the step before straightening up and standing. She stretched, popping the joints in her shoulders before walking down the step of her home and offering a greeting wave to the pair, smiling with rare legitimacy. Chequers dashed out ofthe door after her, the huge tuxedo tomcat twining around her as she walked. He liked to be involved.

Hello! How do you do? Ottilie greeted pleasantly once she was close enough. She shot an especially warm smile down at the rusty pup. And hello to you, too, little man! Do you like the violin? She asked him-- she could tell that it was only his mother's looks that had stopped him from approaching closer. Chequers gave a little meow, a tiny squeak of a thing that didn't match his bulk and rabbit-murdering behaviour at all. He didn't speak any high-speech and Ottilie didn't speak any low-speech; it didn't matter to them any more than it had mattered o the humans that had kept cats so long ago.

How fortunate that Ottilie's first encounter with other Anathemns after joining were a mother and pup. She would not have been nearly as pleasantly inclined to anyone else. These two, though-- how our she be anything but achingly sweet to a pup and his mother?


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