Nov 21 2020, 01:08 PM
Vivilene was checking out. It was always best for her to just leave all the talking to Attikias, and just that she did. She was still, ears flicking as the two spoke quietly.
And then she was being hauled up.
The pain wasn't just in her head anymore as she went to all fours; it shot down her spine like a chill and spread to her legs. Her arms felt numb, when she tried to squeeze her hands into fists she found they didn't move much at all.
Home. Garden. Okay.
There was a muffled clink of hooves from the moss-carpeted cave floor as she tested her spindly legs, and then turned-- half-taking the lead. Her movements were quick, skittery, like some kind of oversized spider trying to get back into the refuge of a dark corner.
The camp wasn't far from Vivilene's garden, at least. Around the corner and the cervitaur could identify the smell of woodsmoke from the fire, that hung even when it'd been extinquished. The blankets and pots and sloping, woven rooftops were a welcomed sight to her, even if Hunter and Volta and Angelica weren't there with her.
She offered a small, quiet bleat to Attikias and Annie before she shuffled to her assigned sleeping place for the night-- a bundle of blankets. The next sight was the unfortunate process of a cervitaur trying to lie down comfortably.
Vivilene scrambled under the blankets, save for one or two that stopped her body from coming in direct contact with the cave floor. At first she was on her side-- her legs sprawled out long past their reach, and then she was rolling around with a scrape and a rustle of cloth and leather.
The position Vivilene had elected to take a heinous nap in was thusly: on her gut, with her legs tucked underneath her, and her upper torso totally face-down in the blankets. It did not, for the record, look comfortable.
But that position she stayed.
And then she was being hauled up.
The pain wasn't just in her head anymore as she went to all fours; it shot down her spine like a chill and spread to her legs. Her arms felt numb, when she tried to squeeze her hands into fists she found they didn't move much at all.
There was a muffled clink of hooves from the moss-carpeted cave floor as she tested her spindly legs, and then turned-- half-taking the lead. Her movements were quick, skittery, like some kind of oversized spider trying to get back into the refuge of a dark corner.
The camp wasn't far from Vivilene's garden, at least. Around the corner and the cervitaur could identify the smell of woodsmoke from the fire, that hung even when it'd been extinquished. The blankets and pots and sloping, woven rooftops were a welcomed sight to her, even if Hunter and Volta and Angelica weren't there with her.
She offered a small, quiet bleat to Attikias and Annie before she shuffled to her assigned sleeping place for the night-- a bundle of blankets. The next sight was the unfortunate process of a cervitaur trying to lie down comfortably.
Vivilene scrambled under the blankets, save for one or two that stopped her body from coming in direct contact with the cave floor. At first she was on her side-- her legs sprawled out long past their reach, and then she was rolling around with a scrape and a rustle of cloth and leather.
The position Vivilene had elected to take a heinous nap in was thusly: on her gut, with her legs tucked underneath her, and her upper torso totally face-down in the blankets. It did not, for the record, look comfortable.
But that position she stayed.
@Annie
(maybe exit for vivi. pending)
Attikias was gentle- as he was with almost everything he did with Vivilene- as he guided his daughter back home. It wasn't far- it was never far- but Attik kept his hand on her after Annie scrambled up.