The stars are alive, child! Did you know that? Everything out there is alive, and there are grand purpose abroad!
She hadn’t been back to the mountains in a long time. Not since Tenebrae had disappeared from within its walls. Luvena didn’t know what had become of the night order since, hadn’t heard much from them, nor seen them. Even now she didn’t venture up the peaks, remembering the way the bitter cold had swept over them in fall. Times when she had scarcely left the confines of the temples.
Even down here late in the season the air was brisk, and she shivered against it. Her room back in the markets was not much better, sheltered from the wind at least, but with no fire to keep it warm within the walls. Instead the bed of moss she’d fashioned was no lined with various furs. The window boarded up, and all the cracks stuffed with moss. At night she rolled up one of the furs and stuffed it up against the crack beneath the door. Picoro curled on her back, while the girls, built for the weather, curled up on either side of her. By the time she fell into fitful rest, she was warm enough.
Though she wished to return and curl up now, the window to gather herbs for the harsh winter ahead was quickly closing. Even now things were beginning to die, and she heaved a sigh of frustration. The stores weren’t built up enough, and even if they were… From what she had seen there were few active medics within Denocte, and come winter she had far less energy to pour into her work.
She meandered around the foothills wearily, Mithra pressed up against her side to take some of her weight as they did. “Any luck?” Picoro asked from his perch on her wither.
She shook her head. “Too late in the season for much of anything to be viable…might as well head ba-”
She was cut off by a sharp bark from Yara, who now bounded off away from them, towards a stranger on the horizon. “Yara!” she called the leonberger back to her. Though it took her a moment to listen she slowly plodded back, and Luvena made her way towards the horned woman. “Good morning!” she called out.
@Maerose
Even down here late in the season the air was brisk, and she shivered against it. Her room back in the markets was not much better, sheltered from the wind at least, but with no fire to keep it warm within the walls. Instead the bed of moss she’d fashioned was no lined with various furs. The window boarded up, and all the cracks stuffed with moss. At night she rolled up one of the furs and stuffed it up against the crack beneath the door. Picoro curled on her back, while the girls, built for the weather, curled up on either side of her. By the time she fell into fitful rest, she was warm enough.
Though she wished to return and curl up now, the window to gather herbs for the harsh winter ahead was quickly closing. Even now things were beginning to die, and she heaved a sigh of frustration. The stores weren’t built up enough, and even if they were… From what she had seen there were few active medics within Denocte, and come winter she had far less energy to pour into her work.
She meandered around the foothills wearily, Mithra pressed up against her side to take some of her weight as they did. “Any luck?” Picoro asked from his perch on her wither.
She shook her head. “Too late in the season for much of anything to be viable…might as well head ba-”
She was cut off by a sharp bark from Yara, who now bounded off away from them, towards a stranger on the horizon. “Yara!” she called the leonberger back to her. Though it took her a moment to listen she slowly plodded back, and Luvena made her way towards the horned woman. “Good morning!” she called out.
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