Drying by the Fire
Who: Kai and Churat
When: Anesus 5, late morning
Where: Basement lounge
Nobody had told Kai the compound courtyard was going to be locked. Why would it be locked? The sun was up (even if it was lost behind the stormclouds) and the few Lenhakriron clan of the compound were back in their rational minds, so why did it need to be locked? Well, Kai didn’t know, but it was. She’d found that out first hand. After sleeping late in comfort and company for the first time since she’d arrived, Kai had attempted to follow her usual routine once she was finally up and about: she tried to go out to hunt breakfast.
After skirting the herds of livestock taking shelter in the courtyard, however, she’d discovered that that was as far as she would be getting. The courtyard gates were soundly shut and there would be no getting out for her. Oh, she’d tried, sort of, but in the end all she’d managed to achieve was getting soaked all the way through her fur and matted up to her heels in mud. As she’d slogged her way back to the compound doors, she’d also noted the gardens—on which a good portion of her day yesterday had been spent with her gardening chores—looking rather drowned, which was annoying.
When: Anesus 5, late morning
Where: Basement lounge
Nobody had told Kai the compound courtyard was going to be locked. Why would it be locked? The sun was up (even if it was lost behind the stormclouds) and the few Lenhakriron clan of the compound were back in their rational minds, so why did it need to be locked? Well, Kai didn’t know, but it was. She’d found that out first hand. After sleeping late in comfort and company for the first time since she’d arrived, Kai had attempted to follow her usual routine once she was finally up and about: she tried to go out to hunt breakfast.
After skirting the herds of livestock taking shelter in the courtyard, however, she’d discovered that that was as far as she would be getting. The courtyard gates were soundly shut and there would be no getting out for her. Oh, she’d tried, sort of, but in the end all she’d managed to achieve was getting soaked all the way through her fur and matted up to her heels in mud. As she’d slogged her way back to the compound doors, she’d also noted the gardens—on which a good portion of her day yesterday had been spent with her gardening chores—looking rather drowned, which was annoying.
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