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She sets out with a purpose today. Raven and her have been collecting feathers, and they have more than enough of them. Now they just need a bored crafter. Tallsun is growing to a close, the days a cooler. Not that they ever get particularly hot in the Basin, but when she leaves, she notices that the sun doesn’t try to bake her quite so often as she moves south. The days are a bit shorter, and soon, Orangemoon would be upon them. Time flies when you are having fun, and there’s a part of her that feels like she’s lived here forever. Which of course, is far from true. She hasn’t even lived here a year, but the Basin fit her like a glove, and somedays it was easy to forget that she’d lived anywhere else.
Of course she had grown up outside Helovia and then spent a year traveling from her childhood home to year, stopping along the way. Her own personal road trip, looking for nothing in particular, just the right place. She’d had no idea how she would know the right place when she found it, but she’d figured it would probably bite her in the ass. Helovia had not bitten her in the ass (not at first, anyway), but it had grabbed her attention. After all, it took Raven from here, though somehow, seemed unable to take her resurrection. Maybe because that power was tied to the rune on her chest.
It’s the rune that sends her looking for a crafter now. The crafters in the Basin wouldn’t be able to make all of what she needed (wanted, maybe), but they would be able to make most of it. She’d just have to find the last little bit. She’s never seen the one crafter, but she remembers the black and white girl from the Steppe and the strange encounter with the otter that wasn’t an otter. And she remembers when the girl was promoted. A horse as big as her should be easy enough to find, right?
Raven caws, setting off in his own direction, knowing the target of their search. One of the two of them would manage to find her, most likely, assuming she was in the Basin. And also not hanging out in a cave. Well, here’s hoping Lady Luck is on her side.
Of course she had grown up outside Helovia and then spent a year traveling from her childhood home to year, stopping along the way. Her own personal road trip, looking for nothing in particular, just the right place. She’d had no idea how she would know the right place when she found it, but she’d figured it would probably bite her in the ass. Helovia had not bitten her in the ass (not at first, anyway), but it had grabbed her attention. After all, it took Raven from here, though somehow, seemed unable to take her resurrection. Maybe because that power was tied to the rune on her chest.
It’s the rune that sends her looking for a crafter now. The crafters in the Basin wouldn’t be able to make all of what she needed (wanted, maybe), but they would be able to make most of it. She’d just have to find the last little bit. She’s never seen the one crafter, but she remembers the black and white girl from the Steppe and the strange encounter with the otter that wasn’t an otter. And she remembers when the girl was promoted. A horse as big as her should be easy enough to find, right?
Raven caws, setting off in his own direction, knowing the target of their search. One of the two of them would manage to find her, most likely, assuming she was in the Basin. And also not hanging out in a cave. Well, here’s hoping Lady Luck is on her side.
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Feel free to pp Raven or Weaver finding her. If you prefer I can edit the post to have Weaver find her and just state her request. Thanks!
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