Winter 89, 515 AV
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A yearn to get out into wide open spaces pulled at Fire. The city felt stifling and crowded. Grabbing a pair of dirty socks she threw them into a pile with the rest of the soiled clothing. The smell and mess of the apartment had really started to get on her nerves. Everything had begun to annoy her since she first woke up. A pot of water began to boil over the fire she turned to poke a stick at.
Grabbing the soap bar she tossed it into the hot water letting it mix in for a little bit. Stirring it with a stick until the water took on a rolling boil. She grabbed a cloth and pulled the pot off the fire and off to the side. Gathering the dirty clothes she tossed them into the pot, some of the water splashed over the edge and onto the floor, steam rising from the puddles.
The clothing would have to soak. So she gathered her tattered clothing and put them on, not worried if they would let the cold air in. She was going to get outside the city today. Had to get out today. Otherwise she felt as though she might go stir crazy.
Grabbing a pack she tossed the empty bag over her shoulder, the large cloak covering her body. Slipping boots on she turned and made her way out the door and down the winding road through the district. The gate was her destination.
Once she’d informed the guards that she would be returning and passed through the gates she began to wander trying to figure out a good place to hide her clothing. Pulling the cloak around her she moved south away from the city. Unfamiliarity had her unsure of which direction would be best to search for food and having to rely on luck that her decision lead her to getting in an area with other animals.
She was excited to get out and actually go for a run and stretch her body out. While walking eyes scanned the snow covered fields, rows of dead crop stumps from post harvest surrounded her. Trees weren’t as popular in the area and it worried her that she might have made the wrong choice. A little over a half bell of walking she noticed that there was a grove of trees in the distance and thought it might be her best bet. The road led her in the general direction and she continued on it to give her the best footing until she needed to cut over to it.
At the forest's edge she slipped her pack from under her cloak and hastily began to strip her clothing off, the cold air whipping at her bare skin. Stuffing the clothing into her pack she stuffed it near the roots of a tree on the outside edge. Digging into the old leaves under the snow and piling the leaves over top. Once satisfied she stood, shaking her hair out.
An orange light flashed and black sparks flew as she shifted. A thick fur covered her body, blocking the cold and giving her a more comfortable feel. Stretching her legs out in front of her she shook her head. A large yawn stretched her jaw out, tongue lolling out between her teeth. Wind ruffled her fur as she started to trot through the trees, getting her blood warmed and limbs stretched out.
It felt amazing and freeing to get out from the city and move about.
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