Compared to her initial lost aimlessness when arriving in December, this morning's panic sorts itself quickly into a to-do list, thanks in large part to Reeve and Tony's guidance from afar. (And in the back of her mind, with that familiar adrenaline leaping in her chest from the feeling of a brewing crisis, Brigitte can't help but think: this was what they all warned her about, wasn't it?)
She's going through all the houses, knocking loudly at the door before coming in, to look around for candles left lit or cooking gas still running. She goes to the forge to feed and look after Elton -- it's also the first time in awhile that the forge fires haven't been lit at all, and the village is missing that reassuring column of smoke. The woman stands restlessly in the doorway of the smithy for a while, watching the street with Elton gathered in her arms and tucked under her chin, letting the pea-cat soothe and settle her.
And then, in the end, Brigitte wends her back to the inn to be around the remaining people in the village. What few there are.
[ also open to wildcards or things set over the next few days! xx ]
Brigitte Lindholm | OTA
She's going through all the houses, knocking loudly at the door before coming in, to look around for candles left lit or cooking gas still running. She goes to the forge to feed and look after Elton -- it's also the first time in awhile that the forge fires haven't been lit at all, and the village is missing that reassuring column of smoke. The woman stands restlessly in the doorway of the smithy for a while, watching the street with Elton gathered in her arms and tucked under her chin, letting the pea-cat soothe and settle her.
And then, in the end, Brigitte wends her back to the inn to be around the remaining people in the village. What few there are.
[ also open to wildcards or things set over the next few days! xx ]