𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: emery @fernsbys
𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: common house
THE KNOCK ON THE DOOR WAS MEASURED, more habit than necessity— Reagan knew the room's occupant wouldn't mind. Still, she lingered. The common house smelled of old paper and firewood, and though she'd been here countless times, the quiet weight of it still had a way of making her pause.
As she stepped into the room, the heavy groan of the door felt familiar, grounding. How many times had she visited with Nikolai? Reagan cleared her throat softly, setting down her bag near the desk. "I brought those pelts I told you about," she said, dropping down into a nearby chair. She’d meant to make the delivery earlier, but the morning had slipped away in a series of smaller tasks that always seemed to multiply when she wasn’t looking.
It had been some time since she'd visited Emery, their latest interaction lasting less than a minute while Reagan made her way toward the ruins and the leader returned to the Common House. Unlike then, her work for the day was finished and she had time to linger. "They're better than last time," she added, her tone matter-of-fact as she unwrapped the bundle to reveal two supple, well-cured rabbit skins. "I think I'm finally getting the hang of it."
