Dark Horizons [event thread]
10-08-2014, 07:04 PM
Her father began to speak and Warja nodded along with his words in grim agreement. She had no working experience with hurricanes, but she knew enough about storms to know how quickly low places could flood. Her father was right; the Gulley was just a giant dip in the earth. A heavy downpour would quickly fill it. Her stores. Oh, how stupid! Stupid, stupid girl! Warja berated herself, eyes pinching shut and teeth clenching as she realized how flawed her planning had been. The young medic, having realized the value of growing her own herb store, had begun setting aside seeds and leaves as she'd seen the healer Orchid do. Countless hours had been spent harvesting and storing the herbs, and where had she seen fit to leave her cache? Deep in the Gulley, where she'd made her den, of course. The yearling's eyes opened. There was solace to be found in the knowledge that what she had saved could be gathered again. It was likely too late for some of the seeds, but she could find them next year. There was also the chance that the Gulley wouldn't flood, that the storm would pass over them or not be as bad as they were anticipating, but Warja felt like placing her hopes in either of those scenarios would be setting herself up for disappointment. It hadn't started raining yet, so there was the chance that she could make it to her den and save some of seeds, but how many trips could be made before the heavens opened? Was that enough worth their time, could what little time they had left be better spent doing something else? Answering her father's question, Warja said, "There are seeds and herbs in my den that I would like to save, if possible, but," She'd gathered things not only from within Secretua, but from beyond, bringing back both seed and dried pieces from her travels. "I can find it all again next year if I have to." Others arrived, nearly completing their small family group, but it was the arrival of an unrelated brute that captured her attention. "Kismet!" Disbelief colored her tone. Her father spoke, directing dry words in her direction, but the tone was lost on her. Her gaze riveted to the Adravendi boy, she spoke to him and him only above the rising wind. "What are you doing here?" Speaking - -Thinking |
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