14 Spring, 511 AV The sun was still low in the sky, which was cast in a pale grey light. Several large grey clouds were streaming past the sun, blocking it out from time to time as small white wisps of snow fell down towards the earth, settling on Cara's clothes, and in her hair. As the snow melted, it would sparkle in the sunlight, as would all the snow that she tread upon, leaving footprints in her wake. She carried two pails- one in her right hand and one in her left. Each of the pails was made of some sort of silver metal, with a slender handle crafted from the same material. The handles dug into Cara's hands, leaving a thin line of red, despite the fact that neither of the pails were very heavy. The pail on the right held a pile of snow, that towered over the top, while the one on the left held a brush comprised of wood with bristles of fine, tan horse hair. A strap of leather was nailed to the back, so that whoever was using it would have something to strap their hand into, as they worked on the messy fur of one of their animals. There was also a long cord of tightly wound, tan rope, and a few carrots and green apples. "Hopefully that prized elk of Daluna's appreciates these," Cara grumbled as she walked through the menagerie towards Daluna's shop. "Ruffles... or whatever his bloody name is." Cara kept walking in silence after that, knowing that the mangy old elk would be tethered to a pole in front of Daluna's shop. Cara also knew that she would be there soon, and soon her torture would begin. A Frostfawn, looking after a Coolwater's companion. How pathetic, she thought to herself with a roll of her eyes. And he's not even well bred, Cara told herself. But that's no fault of the creature's own, it's his bloody mistress. She doesn't exactly have the touch of a Frostfawn, after all. Within a few minutes, Cara found herself in front of Daluna's store, staring at what she considered to be a very mangy-looking elk. His fur was dark, his horns covered in tiny droplets of water, more than likely from the newly fallen snow. His large black eyes seemed to have glazed over, as though he were sick, or just waking up, and a small stream of spit was trickling out of the right side of his mouth, and down his chin, where a small tuft of brown fur had gathered, like a beard. "Well don't you look like what the cat just dragged in?" Cara said cooly, a small smile upon her lips, as she placed the two buckets in the snow on either side of her body. Rufallo snorted, as he stomped his front right hoof into the ground. "Touchy, touchy," Cara said, as she eyed the elk up and down. He really is quite the mess, and you'd think the snow would at least get rid of the smell. Cara sighed, what's a bath without a little soap? Cara wondered, before she whispered, "come on, lets get this over with," she growled. "Lets clean that coat up, and get you some fresh food and water." |