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āMost of the individuals here do their own thing, a lot of them are tired of fighting and find comfort in other things. Hati taught them how to sew, weave fabric, some tend to food crops and livestock, she taught some of them how to tend the forest. Some build machines, weapons, armour, itās a varied House, youāll see when we get thereā¦.ā
Rahn grew quiet, listening to the world around them. For a Devil, he was calm on the surface. Most of his old House were savage, brutish, chaotic - they didnāt ba an eye at violence whether against each other, other races or their own kind.
The Devil was like that once, but that was a long, long time ago and his life with Dread was new and now with the prospect of Myriks being a permanent fixture it could be completeā¦
Rounding a corner in the trail the building came in view, the sun setting over the mountains in the distance casting the landscape in a soft orange glow.
The breeze brought the smell of food and Rahn glanced back to Jorvek, āNot sure if your into it but Hati makes a great tea with these mushrooms,ā he held the cluster up so the other could see them, āShe mixes it with other herbs, helps her and some of the rest of us sleep.ā
āI trust Rahnās abilities and his knack for survival,ā Hati murmured, finishing up Myriks bandages. The whole time, she hadnāt removed her helm.
Others around them from her group have already peeled off some armour and taken to setting around to talk, eat or investigate the new faces.
But not her. The mangled Ghost cores set into the sockets of her Ram helm seemed to shift every so often when she moved her head or spoke, it was hard to say if they were still alive or just wired to the thing.
āGet some rest, eat some food, itās a weekās walk to the Winter Hold.ā, the tilt of her head offered a āsmileā as she herself got up, wandering amongst those present to check on them before slipping back out to decking to watch the sun set.
That does explain a few things he noticed. Jorvek wonders if that lifestyle would be noticed in his own group when they are able to settle down and start making a name for themselves. He wonders about that on ocassion given how old some of the eliksni he found were. Though there were only a rare few who were close to his own age given he was born before the whirlwind.
His head tilts upwards as he looks at the leaves in the trees as the smells of food and more kin fill his nose. He hasnāt smelled something that good in a very long while. Being on the run for years did a number to many of them. His eyes shift to look at the mushrooms in Rahnās hands and he blinks slowly at that. He makes an inquire noise at Patch who grunts.
[ Iāll store some. It be a good alternative to some of the other things we have.] The ghost comments wiggling free of his risens collar in order to hover over the mushrooms. He scans them to take into account their properties before he drops an air tight container. [ Mind putting them in here? They say fresher in these for us most of the time. At least until we dry them out]
If she had trust in her second, his mate, to survive, then Myriks had it to. He was concerned though - he couldnāt not be given Jorvekās issues. The last few weeks, months really, have been rough for the whirlwind born. He hums in understanding shifting to get comfortable in the spot he was in deciding he didnāt feel like standing.
Eventually, he hears the tale sign of Jorvekās ghost in the wind and his eyes shift to look at Zievorks who approaches to sit next to him. āYou alright?ā He mutters, knowing the former wolf slave was probably struggling.
āāll manage. Here.ā
Grunting in thanks, Myriks takes the offered warm food and starts to eat his share leaning a shoulder into his fellow Captain. He keeps an eye though on Ezra deciding that if they were switching, he might as well get used to tracking her.
