As she draws near, the woman - a delicate, dark smudge of charcoal that reminds her vaguely of Lily - seems to shrink in apprehension. Liri cannot imagine it is she that causes such fear - small, gimpy, and gaunt thing she is.
Her pace slows until at last, she halts mere feet from the woman, allowing personal space but satisfying her own curiosity.
The scent of the Creek pack is strong upon the woman and even stronger - Kavik's scent, though she thinks nothing of this yet.
It had long faded from her own pallid fur but Liri would recognize the perfume anywhere - how could she not when the scent of it seems to light her chest aflame in such a manner?
Another scent is buried beneath the woman's natural odors - one of sickness.
Liri, seeming to remember her manners, dropped the white weasel before the silent shadow with a nod towards it. "Would you like some?"
She is unaware of the woman's status as Kavik's new wife and though she recognizes that the femme hails from the same pack, Liri chooses to ignore it for the moment being. The healer sees only a sick young woman in need of sustenance.
"I am Liri, " she murmurs softly, a kind smile dimpling against her cheeks.
Her pace slows until at last, she halts mere feet from the woman, allowing personal space but satisfying her own curiosity.
The scent of the Creek pack is strong upon the woman and even stronger - Kavik's scent, though she thinks nothing of this yet.
It had long faded from her own pallid fur but Liri would recognize the perfume anywhere - how could she not when the scent of it seems to light her chest aflame in such a manner?
Another scent is buried beneath the woman's natural odors - one of sickness.
Liri, seeming to remember her manners, dropped the white weasel before the silent shadow with a nod towards it. "Would you like some?"
She is unaware of the woman's status as Kavik's new wife and though she recognizes that the femme hails from the same pack, Liri chooses to ignore it for the moment being. The healer sees only a sick young woman in need of sustenance.
"I am Liri, " she murmurs softly, a kind smile dimpling against her cheeks.
"i'll keep you here when I lose my mind."
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when the coffin shakes and the needle breaks - by Alessia - January 29, 2019, 08:14 PM
RE: when the coffin shakes and the needle breaks - by Síff - January 29, 2019, 08:32 PM
RE: when the coffin shakes and the needle breaks - by Alessia - January 29, 2019, 08:53 PM
RE: when the coffin shakes and the needle breaks - by Síff - January 29, 2019, 10:01 PM
RE: when the coffin shakes and the needle breaks - by Alessia - January 29, 2019, 10:36 PM
RE: when the coffin shakes and the needle breaks - by Síff - January 30, 2019, 07:19 PM
RE: when the coffin shakes and the needle breaks - by Alessia - January 30, 2019, 09:53 PM
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