sonder spring 1711

right as rain


warrior

from Saora
age
2 years old
gender
Female
size
Medium
scent
mahogany
supporting
Jacobite
home
Aberdeen
threadlog
encounters
writer
Stone
The rain that had started in the night was still very present in the morning. Quinn had wandered home very late, dappled in the sky's tears. Today, she had planned to do some training of some kind. She was pissed that she could no longer easily wander the world like she once did. The border patrols were a sticky situation she heard others say, even seeing some get roughed up right as they were trying to cross. It was sickening. How could anyone follow a king that asked for them to be killed? Not much had been heard of from Jacob as of late, and she was fine with it - honestly. Without the thrill of war, her life had been rather dull as of late. How could she even fix that? She could try and anger some guards, give herself a bit of a thrill, but that could lead to jail, which would suck. The female moved through the area, her eyes scanning for anything of interest.

She walked out into the pathway and allowed the heavy rain to soak her form. Lifting her head to the sky, she closed her eyes. At least her favorite scent surrounded her, if nothing else. She felt at peace for a moment in time. Nothing could break her from this concentrated feeling or happiness.

"oh honey, honey..."
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05-04-2024, 06:50 PM
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