WHO: Carrick and Russ ( and Carrick's dogs) WHEN: Week 9, Thursday night WHERE: Carrick's garden WHAT: Mortality remembered RATING: TBA STATUS: In Progress, Closed
The chill of the evening was drawing in, but Carrick lingered in his garden. He sat on a bench in the summer house that overlooked the lawns, the coldness of the marble and stone seeming to cut right through his now-mortal flesh despite the pillows and blankets heaped around him.
Luna bounded up to him and dropped a ball on his lap, looking up at him expectantly. He reached out and stroked the dog's white head, smiling slightly. His dogs seem to have acclimatised to his new and human form far better than he himself had. He looked across the lawn to where Elsa was nosing around the undergrowth. He strained to see properly in the dark and called across to her.
"Elsa, you're not eating rocks again, are you? Stop it right now."
The dog looked up when she heard her name and wagged her tail, oblivious to the rest of her master's words. Carrick shook his head and sighed. Being blind in the dark was one of the worst aspects of having a mortal body, he had decided. The night had lost all its beauty.