Post by Eaving on Aug 29, 2008 7:42:47 GMT -5
Kalikir stood silent in the dim room, absorbing the familiar smells and sights. The smell of hay, and the soft susurrus of it underfoot, the skittering of a mouse in a corner and the pugent smell of leather. The stables around her were empty, but they were hers and for now that was enough.
She walked to the nearest wodden stall, running her free hand along the wood, feeling the elvish engraved there. Ramah. She wondered where he had gone, her faithful warhorse, and her hounds. Kalikir desperately missed her pets. She clutched a little tighter at the scroll in her left hand and moved on, walking into the darker corridor.
Kalikir stoped by the dark doorway of the storeroom, remembering the days she had spent inside the room with Wynn, skinnging, tanning hides and just being. She realised with a happy little twinge that they could bring Wynn home from the Valenwood. The war against the Tong was over and now all that mattered was rebuilding.
She continued on, up the narrow staircase and into the main room. The hearth was dark and the room smelled strongly of stale canine. Sensing movement in the shadows of the room Kalikir slowly lowered herself to her knees, letting out a low whistle.
The was a soft yip and a scuffle, then Kalikir was surrounded by bony shapes and wagging tails. Overjoyed she hugged them and kissed thier heads, uncaring of the rouch tongues that licked her face and hands. She wanted to weep as she could feel their ribs and the small knobs of their spines, but that could be fixed. They were alive, and Kalikir thanked every holy name that came to mind that they were so.
She called names, Savas and Nava where there, together like a pair of playful shadows, and Sicarius too, though the amber hound walked with a limp. Druse, a huge grey wolfhound, nosed his way through the pack to nuzzle affectionaly at her shoulder.
There, on the dusty floor of her dark chamber, surrounded by half-starved canines Kalikir was the happiest she was ever been. She was alive, she had her lover, and she had her family.
Kalikir looked up and smiled at the figure emerging through the doorway.
"Welcome home." she said.
((Because I'm sick of waiting for Cinders . But, boy am I rusty!))
She walked to the nearest wodden stall, running her free hand along the wood, feeling the elvish engraved there. Ramah. She wondered where he had gone, her faithful warhorse, and her hounds. Kalikir desperately missed her pets. She clutched a little tighter at the scroll in her left hand and moved on, walking into the darker corridor.
Kalikir stoped by the dark doorway of the storeroom, remembering the days she had spent inside the room with Wynn, skinnging, tanning hides and just being. She realised with a happy little twinge that they could bring Wynn home from the Valenwood. The war against the Tong was over and now all that mattered was rebuilding.
She continued on, up the narrow staircase and into the main room. The hearth was dark and the room smelled strongly of stale canine. Sensing movement in the shadows of the room Kalikir slowly lowered herself to her knees, letting out a low whistle.
The was a soft yip and a scuffle, then Kalikir was surrounded by bony shapes and wagging tails. Overjoyed she hugged them and kissed thier heads, uncaring of the rouch tongues that licked her face and hands. She wanted to weep as she could feel their ribs and the small knobs of their spines, but that could be fixed. They were alive, and Kalikir thanked every holy name that came to mind that they were so.
She called names, Savas and Nava where there, together like a pair of playful shadows, and Sicarius too, though the amber hound walked with a limp. Druse, a huge grey wolfhound, nosed his way through the pack to nuzzle affectionaly at her shoulder.
There, on the dusty floor of her dark chamber, surrounded by half-starved canines Kalikir was the happiest she was ever been. She was alive, she had her lover, and she had her family.
Kalikir looked up and smiled at the figure emerging through the doorway.
"Welcome home." she said.
((Because I'm sick of waiting for Cinders . But, boy am I rusty!))