07-30-2009, 09:46 AM
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OOC: Set close to Rabbit Lake, 300+
It wouldn't stop raining. It kept going and going, like the great flood had come. There was very little to do indoors and with the weather persistently gloomier and wetter, even the outdoors held very little in the way of entertainment or desire for exploration. Brooklyn had shacked herself up in the manor again following the small hunting game she'd played with Amata, which for all the fun it had been had remained just that: a game. She wondered if seeing Gael were a good idea, but the thought of running into the coyote woman again frightened her somewhat. Would he even remember her? She lay on her back, pressed against the hard floor, her eyes glued to the ceiling, the patter of the rain a welcome music to her ears. She wanted to see Naniko again, maybe even Haven. He would understand their mother. But it was a fair trek to the pack where he dwelled now and to think of walking so much in this weather was a torture. For a while, she closed her eyes and dozed off, her breathing becoming more and more regular.
It was the absence of rain which woke her. She pushed herself up and stared out the window, to see the wet ground and the grey clouds, but for now it seemed everything had gone quiet. The white girl smiled to herself. It was the perfect time to explore a little bit, so with a dash she had thrown her coat on and was running down the steps, heedless of anyone in her way. The ground smelled wonderful, damp though it was. Everything was so soft to the touch, every smell enhanced a million times and she quickly made towards Rabbit Lake, taking in as much as she could. I wish Haven were here, too, she whispered to herself as she crossed pack borders. Here she would be safe, within range of home. Sighing, she leaned against a tree, taking in the view. It was wonderful to be out in this weather, where everything seemed so still, yet so alive. Brooklyn watched for any movement, though for now, she seemed to be completely and utterly alone.
It wouldn't stop raining. It kept going and going, like the great flood had come. There was very little to do indoors and with the weather persistently gloomier and wetter, even the outdoors held very little in the way of entertainment or desire for exploration. Brooklyn had shacked herself up in the manor again following the small hunting game she'd played with Amata, which for all the fun it had been had remained just that: a game. She wondered if seeing Gael were a good idea, but the thought of running into the coyote woman again frightened her somewhat. Would he even remember her? She lay on her back, pressed against the hard floor, her eyes glued to the ceiling, the patter of the rain a welcome music to her ears. She wanted to see Naniko again, maybe even Haven. He would understand their mother. But it was a fair trek to the pack where he dwelled now and to think of walking so much in this weather was a torture. For a while, she closed her eyes and dozed off, her breathing becoming more and more regular.
It was the absence of rain which woke her. She pushed herself up and stared out the window, to see the wet ground and the grey clouds, but for now it seemed everything had gone quiet. The white girl smiled to herself. It was the perfect time to explore a little bit, so with a dash she had thrown her coat on and was running down the steps, heedless of anyone in her way. The ground smelled wonderful, damp though it was. Everything was so soft to the touch, every smell enhanced a million times and she quickly made towards Rabbit Lake, taking in as much as she could. I wish Haven were here, too, she whispered to herself as she crossed pack borders. Here she would be safe, within range of home. Sighing, she leaned against a tree, taking in the view. It was wonderful to be out in this weather, where everything seemed so still, yet so alive. Brooklyn watched for any movement, though for now, she seemed to be completely and utterly alone.