Wheel and Deal
Professor
11-18-2019, 01:35 PM
A particular dull glimmer caught Io's eye. Unearthing the item, the fae was quite pleased to have found a small knife. The edge was slightly serrated. There was some rust, but that was easy to get rid of. With a small hum of pleasure, she stuck the knife in her pack. That would definitely come in handy. Especially when she was trimming her briar fence. Best way to keep vermin like rabbits and deer away from her garden. From the corner of her eye, Io watched as Lucretia rummaged through remnants of the past as well. It was almost comforting to be working with another in silence. Each had their own agenda, but they had one another's company. The silence didn't last forever though and the other wolf began speaking. Iolaire gave Lucretia her complete attention, turning to face her as she spoke. As she did so, the story and motive behind this little visit became clear. Ugh, all she had to do from the beginning was say so. She was simply a woman worried about her sister. Iolaire gave a soft grin and motioned with a pull of her skull for Lucretia to follow her. Come on, she said. Turning, Iolaire made her way towards the cart. It would do much better to rest upon it than upon the rocky, metal filled earth. With an easy leap, the small woman deposited herself upon the flat, wooden bed. There was ample room for both of them to rest and be comfortable. As she waited for the other woman to situate herself, Iolaire nosed into her pack, pulling out a few strips of dried oxen. She'd soaked these strips in one of her energy tinctures. Often, she needed a little boost during the day due to her lack of sleep. She slid one piece to lay before Lucretia and took the other for herself. If they were going to talk, they might as well have lunch together. Once she had consumed the piece of meat and cleaned her face and paws of any clinging debris, it was Iolaire's turn to speak. I understand your concern as far as your sister goes. I'm sure it's not easy to see someone you love take to a stranger so quickly. It wasn't easy to take to a stranger so quickly either, yet both women had done so. I found Belle crying. The place where she had taken her vows with her late husband. She didn't look at Lucretia as she spoke. Instead, she directed her attention out over the wind rustled plateau. She was broken. I couldn't leave her like that. So we spent some time together. Healers don't just tend to physical wounds, as you well know. I listened to all that she had to say, let her release and assuaged her fears and doubts. I was a friend that would not and could not judge, based on my lack of knowledge of the whole situation. I was a fresh, unbiased ear. The woman's snow dipped tail curled tightly around her hip as she spoke. Ugh... she missed Belle. I was what she needed at the time. And she was what I needed, though I didn't know it, was what she left unspoken. As far as Deathbelle is concerned, you needn't worry about her when it comes to me. I'm very fond of her and I'm doing everything in my power to raise her confidence and outlook on the future. Hopefully that was explanation enough. If not, Lucretia was more than welcome to ask more questions. Iolaire was an open book, after all. Speech |
Io has a dwarf caribou companion and a snow leopard companion. Assume they aren't with her unless stated otherwise.