Rotten to Me

*Iolaire* · 12-31-2019, 03:09 PM

A sigh of pleasure was released as sore paw pads were dipped into the soothing waters of the oasis. Iolaire had been building non stop. Stones took their toll on soft pads. Blood and sweat had gone into the construction of her cottage on the plains. No one could say that Iolaire wasn't a hard worker. And if they did, they didn't know the small woman at all.

There had been word of new faces within the borders of the Armada's temporary land. She hadn't seen them yet, but if they were here and they were dutiful, she would see them soon. If they were slackers, however... That was something that the Armada didn't need. Everyone had to pull their weight. Everyone had to prove that they were useful, else what was the point?

Toes flexed within the water and she could feel just how sore the digits were. She had a salve in her pack to help, but that could wait until later. The little healer was enjoying her soak too much to end it now. Of course she would eventually have to stop when someone showed their face, but for now, she would continue to rest. She'd more than earned it.

The low bleat of Ila the dwarf caribou pulled the woman's attention from her relaxation. Dainty skull turned. Green and gold eyes searched for the one that approached.

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Rotten to Me

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Iolaire