and if you go into the woods today...

[lastofthekellys]

WHO: Kate Kelly
WHERE: The woods
WHEN: 9th October, morning
OPEN TO: Margaery Tyrell + Everyone
WARNINGS: TBA
STATUS: Ongoing

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It has been nearly a week and a half of rain. The torrential downpour, seemingly something unheard of south of the tropics, had lessened, but only to a different kind of rain. Not as hard, not as heavy, but mostly steady and always there. While Kate has been interested to see how far what stores she's made last and what the taste is like, she's running low and has no wish to see everything gone.

The noises of the Inn are also driving her to distracted, so many people. As if the many rooms of the place are just a trick to lull her into nearly having privacy and quiet before something starts up again. Add to that her kitten, her new chickens, and trying to keep them separated.

Kate needs to get out.

Fortunately, Miss Margaery's been feeling similar. So when the rain seemed to fade into a drizzle, the two young women had dressed in their coats and taken baskets and bags, and left the town before anyone could protest too much. All Kate said was to Miss Riza, telling her that she and Miss Margaery expected to be back well before lunchtime. They'd head directly west, because that area hasn't been too heavily foraged as yet.

(Really, Kate had wanted to head over the river and away, but she's not an idiot: she's not risking that bridge in this weather.)

They'd walked, but most of their talk was quiet, brief. They'd gathered from one area, moved along to the next. The rain has come back, but they ignore it. It is only when Kate is thinking they should return that she suddenly straightens. She turns. She looks. She frowns.

She'd been paying attention. She's been running through bush and scrub since she could walk, and she'd been paying attention. But...

"Which way did we come from?"

let the only sound be the overflow;

[overdraws]

WHO: Allison Argent
WHERE: Fountain,
WHEN: October 6, beyond
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Mentions of death/dying!
STATUS: Open

( pockets full of stones )

the fog comes on little cat feet

[rangerbecket]

WHO: Raleigh Becket
WHERE: The Corydon #36, The Inn
WHEN: 7 September
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: Open

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Raleigh had actually gotten the cat a week or so earlier but it had taken him a little while to settle on the name if only because the torrents of rain had distracted him from such trivial things as cat naming and driven him to spend most of his time catching rainwater and trying to keep from drowning. Once it had lightened up, though, he'd been able to do a little more venturing out and the snow-white cat had been called Yuki on more than one occasion and it'd just stuck.

Yuki, luckily, fends for herself. She comes back filthy at the end of the day and she usually brings him presents he doesn't want but she damn sure earns her keep. Right now, she's whining at him as he's making his way along the banks of the swollen river, checking his fishing lines and whining for a bit of the catch.

"You're supposed to feed yourself. Careful, you. Don't know how well you swim." He doesn't know what breed she is but Yuki seems to know what she's about because she carefully bats at the water and backs up when the current's too swift for her liking. Once he gets the fish up and out of the river, he heads up to the inn to clean it with Yuki following, ever hopeful that her master is going to give her something for her troubles.

Raleigh settles to work close to the fire, trying to dry out, and Yuki takes advantage of the warmth to clean herself and let her fur dry out. She sprawls on her back and lets out a long, anguished sigh.

"You're not getting this. You hunt for your food, you know that."