Post by Cre on Jan 28, 2011 3:24:40 GMT -5
[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,540] [bg=black] The sun rested above in the early afternoon, warming her back as she sat on a large boulder, her knees drawn up to her chest. Her hair was woven into a loose braid, pulled a little to the right so that it fell over her shoulder. She had finally... "Acquired" new clothing in the form of a skirt that brushed the ground in the "peasant" style that she, personally, adored. The fabric was thin cotton of a brilliant scarlet color. And her new blouse? An off-shoulder number, tight in the bodice and cinched under her breasts, the rest of it loose. A nice, breezy number of white cotton. her first shop-lifting experience had gone quite well. Below, Cadeon was stretching his long, snake-like body. His mottled scales glittered as though there were thousands of brilliant rubied and Tiger's Eye laid out beneath the sun. He was getting so big... No longer could she carry him on her hip like a child for hours on end. A smile graced her lips as she thought of when he had been so small and new. She missed carrying him around in her arms like a kitten, and then on her hip. Now, she could only carry him when he was perched on her shoulders, and only for short periods of time. Sorcha! Look! She opened her eyes to find that he was running in an ovular way, like a track, and he just kept getting faster. "Excellent, Cade!" She was quick to praise her dragon, always. He was a child, more or less. Her child. And she cared for him as any mother would; to the best of her ability, what with them living in a make-shift hut of limbs and grass held up by a large oak tree. They survived by Cadeon catching small animals for their food, which meant that Sorcha was thankful that she had found stones of flint, and plenty of wood. By fall, when it would begin to chill at nights, he would be hunting slightly larger prey that she would clean, skin, and cook. And the hides would be tanned to make into bedding and clothes. Eventually, she would begin to sell them. For now, though, she was working on a winter vest of rabbit skin, which lay by her side with a mass of skin strips and a knife. She had taught herself to sew all sorts of material, and make clothing, when she was younger. Her father had taught her how to Field-dress animals, skin them so that the hides could be used. Sorcha, you're doing it again. The dragon had stopped and way looking up at her, his bright eyes intent. You're missing your father again. The girl slid off of the stone, her bare feet landing softly on the green grass. "Should I not? Cade, I've been her over a month. I've been away from home for almost two. And none of my family know that I'm still alive." One of these days, after she got up the money, she would find a way to contact her father and let him know that she was alive and well. And would not be returning to Ireland. She picked up the Scarlet Flower and held him close for a moment before setting him back down. "Now then, show me what you've got!" That soft, purring growl of a chuckle escaped from the Dragon as he turned and scurried his way around and over large rocks, his snake-like body twisting and gliding. She knew that he would be the most graceful creature on the island when he was fully grown and able to fly. In the mene time, though, they would train and she would continue to learn about this world. Though she had figured out almost all that there was to know about her new home.  |