2nd of Winter, 515AV
There were days when Ixzo liked to be alone. Very few, compared to the days when the Kelvic consistently wished she knew more than four Drykas in the strange moving city.
Trying to lug all of your possessions to the other end of the camping grounds was especially a time to wish she knew someone. At least, after firing her, Injal had given her a ride. Afterwards she was on her own. She had her clothes packed tightly in her pack and a rucksack of what little rations she could fit. Her pail had her miscellaneous items, knives, half a bar of soap, flint and steel and whatnot. But her hands were left with the large bundle of the tent. It was made for only one person, but the rolled up mass of canvas was nearly the size of her and hard to see around as she walked.
The Kelvic stopped abruptly, a chirp of surprise finding its way out when she saw a trio of children run past. The youngsters weren't the least bit concerned with the tall dark woman carrying a distracting load, but more intent of whacking each other with deflated bull bladders. She paused for a moment, readjusting he grip on the canvas before carrying on, straining to dart her silvery eyes across the tent. She just had to make it to the other side of--
This time, the yelp was not her own. Her foot collided with something soft and Ixzo immediately dropped the canvas. Her initial reaction was to growl, but it took the more tame side of her a tick to realize that was the wrong response. Once the tent thudded to the ground, unravelling a bit and taking her bucket of miscellaneous items with it, she realized what she had kicked. It was an older dog that had yelped and although she was sure she hadn't kicked it too hard, the thing limped for a tick as if it couldn't find it's bearings.
A low, guttural, growl made her upper lip twitch at the creature, never fond of dogs, but she suddenly realized there was another person there. Apologies. She signed automatically, slinking backwards one step and wrapping her arms behind her back. She could only imagine how someone would react to her kicking and then growling at their dog.
There were days when Ixzo liked to be alone. Very few, compared to the days when the Kelvic consistently wished she knew more than four Drykas in the strange moving city.
Trying to lug all of your possessions to the other end of the camping grounds was especially a time to wish she knew someone. At least, after firing her, Injal had given her a ride. Afterwards she was on her own. She had her clothes packed tightly in her pack and a rucksack of what little rations she could fit. Her pail had her miscellaneous items, knives, half a bar of soap, flint and steel and whatnot. But her hands were left with the large bundle of the tent. It was made for only one person, but the rolled up mass of canvas was nearly the size of her and hard to see around as she walked.
The Kelvic stopped abruptly, a chirp of surprise finding its way out when she saw a trio of children run past. The youngsters weren't the least bit concerned with the tall dark woman carrying a distracting load, but more intent of whacking each other with deflated bull bladders. She paused for a moment, readjusting he grip on the canvas before carrying on, straining to dart her silvery eyes across the tent. She just had to make it to the other side of--
This time, the yelp was not her own. Her foot collided with something soft and Ixzo immediately dropped the canvas. Her initial reaction was to growl, but it took the more tame side of her a tick to realize that was the wrong response. Once the tent thudded to the ground, unravelling a bit and taking her bucket of miscellaneous items with it, she realized what she had kicked. It was an older dog that had yelped and although she was sure she hadn't kicked it too hard, the thing limped for a tick as if it couldn't find it's bearings.
A low, guttural, growl made her upper lip twitch at the creature, never fond of dogs, but she suddenly realized there was another person there. Apologies. She signed automatically, slinking backwards one step and wrapping her arms behind her back. She could only imagine how someone would react to her kicking and then growling at their dog.
Myrian | Pavi "Speech" Sign | Common | PC/NPC "Speech" Sign
