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05-01-2017, 02:54 PM
Tallsun has begun to turn chillier, though not yet cold. But she’s thankful for her new cape anyway, largely just because she likes it. Raven sits on her back, preening at the feather’s around her neck, making sure they stay as clean as his own. She finds his antics amusing, but also, she knows it’s how he shows he cares, so she doesn’t laugh. Instead, having never been much for sleeping anyway, she figures she could make her way to some of the mountain passes for some early morning running. She has yet to train with the cape on, and though she knows it will make her hot, she wants to get used to having extra weight. Not that she would choose to fight while wearing it, but she’d like to be ready, just in case. Besides, it’s existence would make her run that much harder, and she’s always looking for ways to make her training harder.
But before she can set off, movement catches her attention. The sun is starting to rise and the the familiar gold of her Lord catches in the sunrise. It looks like he’s currently tearing up perfectly good grass in a land that doesn’t exactly have a lot of it, so she makes her way over, curious what he’s up to. “What are you doing?” she asks, her version of a greeting.
Though she doesn’t wait for an answer, but sets about helping whatever ridiculous purpose this is. She keeps her ears flicked in his direction, but drops her head and begins ripping up patches of grass. Raven swoops down from her back as well and he begins to collect some of the debris. She notes that he only collects anything that looks shiny or pretty or might fit into his ever-growing collection. Still, it’s some amount of help, so she doesn’t stop him. He is cleaning, after all, even if it’s selective cleaning.
But before she can set off, movement catches her attention. The sun is starting to rise and the the familiar gold of her Lord catches in the sunrise. It looks like he’s currently tearing up perfectly good grass in a land that doesn’t exactly have a lot of it, so she makes her way over, curious what he’s up to. “What are you doing?” she asks, her version of a greeting.
Though she doesn’t wait for an answer, but sets about helping whatever ridiculous purpose this is. She keeps her ears flicked in his direction, but drops her head and begins ripping up patches of grass. Raven swoops down from her back as well and he begins to collect some of the debris. She notes that he only collects anything that looks shiny or pretty or might fit into his ever-growing collection. Still, it’s some amount of help, so she doesn’t stop him. He is cleaning, after all, even if it’s selective cleaning.
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