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*Iolaire* · 11-01-2019, 02:03 AM

The time for getting to know this place had ended. Though they weren't in their permanent home, Iolaire already saw her job as having begun. By the flickering light of the moon, the small lass had laid out the contents of the healing side of her satchel. The killing side lay safely tucked away still. In her mind, she went over the items, listing what each did and attempting to tally up just how much she would need for the following year. Really, it all depended on how many wolves Sirius would have under his control, but she had already decided that she would be a busy girl.

Laying upon her stomach at the edge of the water, Iolaire hummed a soft, trailing tune. Her mother had been the singer. She couldn't sing to save her life, but dammit, she could hum. Having assessed her wares, she gently and methodically tucked them back within the leather pack. Each piece had its place. In time, she would have her own place and would begin to cultivate her garden. Hopefully the land was fertile and easily pliable.

Having finished her assessment, Io took the time to simply rest. It was the time of night where most other would would be asleep. Should be asleep. She'd always had a bit of a different internal clock, however, staying awake well into the night. Suffice to say, mornings weren't her friend.

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