10-28-2007, 12:25 AM
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That's a beautiful set. :o The shadows of the fire danced across the walls of the cave that now made up the home of the raven lady. It had seemed the prime place for her den, a cave that broke off from one large room into smaller rooms, almost like a house with separate rooms. That was what had drawn her to the cave, the fact that it seemed like a house much more than any in-ground den might have. She's cleaned the place up fairly well also. There was a mattress and box springs in the main room, pushed off to the side and covered with a pile of blankets and pillows. Her collection of books had been packed in boxed and drug over in a wagon that she'd found. Now, though, they were all neatly arranged on the bookshelf she'd managed to drag from her old home. There were many other things to make it seem like home, different bits of furniture and small human objects that she'd often kept set out when they lived in the city. One room, in the far back of the den, had been decorated with another mattress, piled up with soft blankets and pillows and the wall lined with books just as her own had been. It was something that was kept from the view of others in case she had visitors, the evidence of her desperate frame of mind. She'd made up the room just in case her daughter, Willow, ever found her way back home. She'd have a place to come back to, something welcoming and that was made just for her. Phasma knew, though she didn't want to admit it, that her daughter was dead just as her son was. The raven lady was inside her den at the time of the call, curled up in the middle of the mattress and staring across the way at the fire that she had going. It was quite often where she could be found, holed up inside of her den, rather than roaming around and performing her duties as any Gamma should have been doing. She knew that the call was meant for her, quite obviously so, and that the voice that had called was familiar. It took a moment for the onyx woman to realize just who it was though. An old friend, one that she had been almost certain that she'd lost forever. Immediately, the aging lady pushed herself up to her paws, making the small leap down from the mattress to the ground. With a burst of energy unlike any that she'd gotten in quite some time, she darted from within her den and out across the lands of Storm. Unfortunately for Phasma, she'd chosen the cave at the farthest reaches of the lands and, with her age finally catching up to her, she was forced to slow down about halfway to the border. Her movements were kept brisk though, even as she panted and strained to catch her breath while making her way to her friend. It didn't take much longer for her to arrive at the borders, slate eyes almost filling with tears at the sight of Soran. Her tail flew up into an excited wag as she closed the space between them, stopping only inches from her old friend, not even hesitating to press the top of her muzzle to the underside of Soran's. "I'm so glad you're okay." |