No more counting dollars
01-23-2018, 02:04 PM
After the meeting, Kass had been torn between staying in the pack lands to make himself more obviously visible to avoid that embarrassment and shame he had felt at Sparrow's obvious disappointment in his lack of activity, and the absolute necessity of travelling abroad for the items he would need both for crafting and brewing, and for healing. In the end it had been Rommel speaking sharply to him to remind him of where his duties actually lay that had brought his internal struggle to an end. Normally he would have left Remy behind, for the mouse lemur was really much too small for long journeys, but since he planned on looking for clay for new pots he thought it best to bring him along so they could stop at one of the places in the north or east where the earth's fire ran close to the surface and they could fire them there rather than needing to return to one later anyway.
So it was a strange procession, the graying Xanilov and his arrow-marked fox friend and the little primate clinging wearily to the fur between his heavy shoulders as the healer loped further into the north. The clay deposits here weren't as good as in the south because of the rocky terrain, but he thought he could remember the location of one in one of the pools further down the falls from when he had been part of Yfir. He had been chagrined to discover that the falls had been claimed by a pack, though, and he had needed to skirt the border and go further northward. Luckily the redwood forest that had been another of Yfir's lands was unclaimed, and the river that ran through it had more deposits in the more loamy soil.
With a sigh of relief he stretched tired muscles out beside the water to rest before he started looking. It had been a pretty long journey, though not the first he had made he was older now than he had been when Yfir first made the journey from the east to here and he was beginning to feel that age. Val would laugh to see him now... growing old. He couldn't help but smile to think of it. Remy had curled up between his forepaws and was sound asleep, his squeaky snores surprisingly loud for such a tiny creature. Rommel, pressed against one of Kass' shoulders, had taken the opportunity to rest his aging body as well. Kass lowered his own head down to one side to avoid disturbing the lemur and with a sigh went to sleep himself.
So it was a strange procession, the graying Xanilov and his arrow-marked fox friend and the little primate clinging wearily to the fur between his heavy shoulders as the healer loped further into the north. The clay deposits here weren't as good as in the south because of the rocky terrain, but he thought he could remember the location of one in one of the pools further down the falls from when he had been part of Yfir. He had been chagrined to discover that the falls had been claimed by a pack, though, and he had needed to skirt the border and go further northward. Luckily the redwood forest that had been another of Yfir's lands was unclaimed, and the river that ran through it had more deposits in the more loamy soil.
With a sigh of relief he stretched tired muscles out beside the water to rest before he started looking. It had been a pretty long journey, though not the first he had made he was older now than he had been when Yfir first made the journey from the east to here and he was beginning to feel that age. Val would laugh to see him now... growing old. He couldn't help but smile to think of it. Remy had curled up between his forepaws and was sound asleep, his squeaky snores surprisingly loud for such a tiny creature. Rommel, pressed against one of Kass' shoulders, had taken the opportunity to rest his aging body as well. Kass lowered his own head down to one side to avoid disturbing the lemur and with a sigh went to sleep himself.