Fenris woke up just before dawn. Looking around the fifteen-year-old girl
surveyed the landscape to find Zecatto nowhere in sight.
"Zecatto? Zecatto!!! Zecatto, where are you!?" Fenris whirled around looking for the massive white wolf. Unexpectedly, the girl lost her balance and fell to the ground biting her lip upon impact the lip split and bled. As blood dripped on the ground the girl swore with words that came from an array of languages. Getting up of the icy hard ground, Fenris got up to go in the cottage put on her work clothes on and heal her lip.
Fenris walked into the bathhouse that was home to her tub, medicines, washbasin, and herbs. In two strides the tall girl reached the medicine cabinet. Using her rigid hands she fumbled with the lock, opening it after quite some time of cursing and mumbling. Upon opening the lock a sigh of relief escaped the annoyed girl.
"Quarto ethylene rimy onyx," Fenris whispered, the words for healing over a lemon yellow vile. The magic washed over the girl's lip, sealing and mending the cut. Leaving the bathhouse Fenris's new destination was her own bedchamber. Stepping into the illuminated area of her room, she opened a mahogany drawer to grab her breeches, shirt, and tunic. Her leather breeches were tight to about the middle of her shin, where it slightly flared out to let her ankles move freely. The girl's shirt was a tan color that was the perfect backdrop for the black tunic. Off the top of her dresser she picked up a long beaten chocolate-brown belt. In one swift movement Fenris bucked her belt drooping on the right side. The sheathed Manslayer was clipped onto the low end of the loop. Stepping out into the bright morning, to once again search for Zecatto.
Out in the broad daylight Fenris mumbled to herself 'Where to start, where to start.' Finally setting out towards the river the warm sun spilled down over the meadow. Humming old folk songs she went strait to the rocky shores of the river. Fenris was lucky to have made a wrong turn at her landmark to find the white wolf sleeping sprawled over the rock. If the wolf had any idea that the girl was there he gave no sign.
"Zecatto wake up! WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Fenris yelled.
Huh?
"Get up."
What?
"GET UP!!!"
With that last yell the wolf lurched to his feet just to fall down again. Finally after a few tries he got up and bounded towards the stable where he was to stay.
"Zecatto? Zecatto!!! Zecatto, where are you!?" Fenris whirled around looking for the massive white wolf. Unexpectedly, the girl lost her balance and fell to the ground biting her lip upon impact the lip split and bled. As blood dripped on the ground the girl swore with words that came from an array of languages. Getting up of the icy hard ground, Fenris got up to go in the cottage put on her work clothes on and heal her lip.
Fenris walked into the bathhouse that was home to her tub, medicines, washbasin, and herbs. In two strides the tall girl reached the medicine cabinet. Using her rigid hands she fumbled with the lock, opening it after quite some time of cursing and mumbling. Upon opening the lock a sigh of relief escaped the annoyed girl.
"Quarto ethylene rimy onyx," Fenris whispered, the words for healing over a lemon yellow vile. The magic washed over the girl's lip, sealing and mending the cut. Leaving the bathhouse Fenris's new destination was her own bedchamber. Stepping into the illuminated area of her room, she opened a mahogany drawer to grab her breeches, shirt, and tunic. Her leather breeches were tight to about the middle of her shin, where it slightly flared out to let her ankles move freely. The girl's shirt was a tan color that was the perfect backdrop for the black tunic. Off the top of her dresser she picked up a long beaten chocolate-brown belt. In one swift movement Fenris bucked her belt drooping on the right side. The sheathed Manslayer was clipped onto the low end of the loop. Stepping out into the bright morning, to once again search for Zecatto.
Out in the broad daylight Fenris mumbled to herself 'Where to start, where to start.' Finally setting out towards the river the warm sun spilled down over the meadow. Humming old folk songs she went strait to the rocky shores of the river. Fenris was lucky to have made a wrong turn at her landmark to find the white wolf sleeping sprawled over the rock. If the wolf had any idea that the girl was there he gave no sign.
"Zecatto wake up! WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Fenris yelled.
Huh?
"Get up."
What?
"GET UP!!!"
With that last yell the wolf lurched to his feet just to fall down again. Finally after a few tries he got up and bounded towards the stable where he was to stay.