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Sparrow · 10-20-2012, 01:39 PM

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/drags self everywhere God I am so slow. Poke me if it needs change as always!

While the ground still squished and cold water rose to meet her toes, it did not unnerve her as much as before. It was like a light rain had passed only last night instead of a hurricane weeks before, and she focused on the thought that the water will leave, eventually. There was even a noticeable difference since she had left to Halifax a few days before and her return, so that fact did comfort her and told her that the Waste wouldn't remain a marsh forever.

Her little escape to the city proved to be sort of fruitless, though. Besides meeting that one Luperci, Sparrow had not really came across anything besides soaked debris and crumbled stone and wood. She had found a container, but the cap was no one where to found and its contents smelled foul, and she did not have to courage to do much with it. All she had managed to find was a rusted garden spade, which she assumed was a weapon of a kind, and Alma would figure what it was and have some use for it.

On the day of her return, she had came across her sister, and the two decided to check on the archery stands and to survey how they had went through the storm. Sparrow knew, despite not visiting them recently, that the camouflage and the siblings and Ithiel had made were most likely going to be roughened up by the storm, if not completely destroyed. The woman frowned slightly at the thought, but knew the only thing she could do know was try to remake whatever was torn away with whatever foliage the woods had left.

"I hope it is not too bad," Sparrow murmured, her quiet voice not so filled with hope as she walked near Vesper in her two-legged form, the woman supposing her hands were going to be needed. Arms were comfortably held between each other, but her slightly lowered head showed she was not looking forward to see what the hurricane had done to their work.
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Vesper · 10-21-2012, 02:53 PM

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You fail as a sister, Vessiepoo. +317

Vesper had been optimistic about the damage when the hurricane had finally passed over the peninsula, believing that there’d be a few fallen trees and perhaps some damage to the already dilapidated mansion. It didn’t sound like anyone had been seriously injured in the old building, even though there had been a few branches going through windows and destroying the fence, but much of it had already been fixed. To her knowledge, none of Inferni’s scouting ravens had died either.

It became clear that, even as the sun came out, not everything was okay. There was a lot of damage all around, but what shook her was that Max had gone missing, along with Halo’s daughter. Having become fond of the white coydog, Vesper was shaken by the disappearance, though his scent hadn’t turned up. All she could do now was focus on the repairs that she could do, such as the archery stands she’d taken such care in camouflaging back in the spring.

Vesper strode beside her mottled brown sister, having adopted her Optime form as well for the work they’d have to do. She made a noncommittal sound when Sparrow spoke of her hopes, glancing across and down slightly at the youthful woman. “Hopefully we don’t need to repair the structures themselves,” she said, caring about the effort that’d mean rather than the more simple matter of weaving more leafy mesh. “Though Asher could help if it came to that.”

She trailed off there, considering that she’d been spending more time with the collie mix than her own sibling, though Sparrow had been relatively withdrawn especially during the great storm. Ves was guilty, though, knowing the number of other things and people that had taken her attention away from her kin.

“We might have to update the camouflage anyway,” Ves added with a smirk. “Bright green leaves might look a little suspect in the fall.”

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