ardent

Turn Off the Sun

Mort/Odette/Etc



Iolaire

Somnium

Master Healer (250)

Master Intellectual (250)

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age
10 Years
gender
Female
gems
100
size
Small
build
Light
posts
787
player
Res2

Silver Medal 2020Christmas 2019Trick 2019Promptober 2019
05-11-2020, 06:18 PM
Find #11



The water was freezing and by the time Mort returned, Iolaire was sitting on the bank shivering. She was clean once more, however. The soaproot would make her fur a little coarse until she could wash again with her own soap, but it did the job. It would have been too much of a pain in the tail to try and explain to her nephew where she kept her handcrafted soaps.

Taking the skin in paw, Iolaire wrapped herself in it first. She would dry in a moment, but for now she wished to get warm. The bath and the water made her feel a little better. What she really needed was some willow bark and lots of sleep. The Armada healer was out of commission today. If anyone came up injured, they could go see Odette. She wondered if Roan had gone looking for her last night. Probably not. Of course he must have seen Io and Sirius in their drunken state of revelry and had just assumed that they would be fine together.

Now that she'd regained a bit of body heat, the little dame began to rub her wet fur vigorously with the dry skin. It absorbed the water some, but she would need to build a fire to wick away the rest. "Let's go burn things," she said to her nephew and started back towards the main pack area with the fur still draped around her.

Mort seemed different lately. He was like a changed pup. His disposition had shifted from one of confused melancholy to one that was upbeat and chipper. She wasn't complaining at all, the woman simply wondered what the catalyst had been that brought about his newfound confidence. "You're a good lad, Mort. Thank you for helping me today." The coals in the giant burn pit were still smoldering from the night before, so Iolaire simply added some wood and stoked the fire with her breath. Once it was a happy little blaze and she could feel the warmth on her face, Io shucked off the fur and began dragging her claws through her coat, setting it in place as it dried.

"Speech"


Io has a dwarf caribou companion and a snow leopard companion. Assume they aren't with her unless stated otherwise.




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