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08-25-2016, 07:46 PM
A fine layer of dust covered Sohalia's normally pristine pelt, a collection begun several weeks ago when she had asked to rejoin the crafter ranks. The job that Cera had granted her had been a blessing: muscles had blossomed beneath her skin where they hadn't been in years, a glint of happiness had returned to her eye, and satisfaction had begun to bud in her chest. She looked healthier than she had in quite a while - pregnancy after pregnancy had left her soft and complacent, but now she was growing fit and finding herself more in control of her moods. Since her fight with Gaucho, she had been a mess, and finally she was managing to work her way out of it. The sun was bright and hot, but the ivory dove had long since grown used to the heat. Sweat mingled with the dirt to turn her a pale champagne color, though she hardly noticed or cared. There was work to be done: metal sat in stacks around her, waiting to be sorted or moved to the church for use. Speaking of the church, it was past time that she sought out Maren, their new Diviner and a fellow crafter. If she was to be of any use at all, she would need to coordinate with the mare about what she wanted and needed for the project. On the way to the church site, she would need to stop by the oasis - Vinati was probably ready for lunch, and if Sohalia was being honest, she could use the break. A soft huff left the mare's lips as she considered her ever-growing to do list. Her wandering mind led her back to the waters of the oasis that was central to the Dragon's Throat herd. One eye on the lookout for her youngest daughter, the dove lowered her head to drink, savoring the feel of the water on her parched throat. Though it was not quite cool, it was quite a bit less warm than the air around her, and it was all that she could do to resist the temptation to leap into the waters. That wouldn't get anything done, and she had enough to do without wasting time. Still, she had to admit that standing in the shade was pleasant. Perhaps she would linger, if only for a few moments, and see if Vinati would wander by for lunch. "Talk talk talk." |
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@Hector - a crafting thread for you! :D
