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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Nov 21, 2017 10:21:01 GMT
A week. Only a week had gone by since Larkin’s world had been turned upside down yet again. The lithe hybrid could find no solace other than to keep moving. Keep walking. It was when she stopped that her thoughts caught up to her. Her worries. The pain of losing someone who had meant the world to her. Lids slid down over her large blue eyes to slowly roll upward. Small snowflakes clung to her lashes and to her long ivory hair that fell down to her waist in loose waves. Larkin had her jacket at least, her boots, but her skirt did little to keep her legs warm.
She couldn’t say why she had walked in this direction. Why she had traveled so far only to shiver and stare across the barren expanse of white. Each breath that slipped across her lips left a plume that was stolen away by occasional greedy gust. Realistically she should have gone back to Aelfmenn to her brother, to Ives. But it had been so long since she had been there. And now with what had so recently transpired…she needed time. They wouldn’t understand. Couldn’t. That her heart had been shattered by the last person she had expected to hurt her.
The definition of irony fit rather well with what had happened. Felix had stolen her away from her people at the command of his boss to sell her into a less than kind trade. But having second thoughts he had hidden her away in the woods and kept her safe. She grew attached to him quickly, loved him. But in the end it wasn’t enough. His mate had appeared, not dead as he suspected she had been. And just like that whatever had been between them was severed.
It was hard to stomach. Having someone she loved say he didn’t want her any longer. But maybe now he could get that second chance he had needed. Maybe he and Lucia could find their happiness. Larkin’s head bowed against the cold raging wind. One of her small hands moving to curl over the very slight swell of her stomach. Indeed it would not be so easy for her to forget about the man that had changed her life.
Her red coat made her stand out like a sore thumb but there were few who had reasons to wander here. Not that she was hiding. Another gust hit her with enough force to make her long coat and skirt flutter rapidly around her thighs. Her long pale locks tossed this way and that by natures fury. She hid her face against her shoulder. Already feeling her cheeks grow pink with frostbite. She would have to turn back now. She wasn’t equipped to go deeper into Krizala, but at least she had made it this far to see the beauty it held that was so hidden from the common eye.
It was a strange sound that she barely heard over the roar of the wind that sent her blue eyes searching for something. She froze when her eyes met those of a large white bear that was surprisingly close. Its obsidian orbs boring into her as it took calm breaths. Salmon pink tongue sliding over its lips before it twisted its head as if curious why its chosen meal wasn’t running. The oddity she presented was enough to make the bear pause. Larkin’s breath hitched, her inner prey animal making her heart slam into her chest wall nervously. Fluttering like a trapped moth.
”Don’t do this…” She reasoned softly with the large beast that still hadn’t taken a step toward her. Larkin took a half step back, afraid of triggering the predator to give chase. One hand held in front of her and she took another minuscule step back. The bear's rounded ears twitched curiously as it watched her, smelling the fear that rolled off her like a perfume.
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Post by Yngvald on Nov 29, 2017 9:09:09 GMT
Wherever the wind blows Well that's where I'm headed. Yngvald pulled his (stolen) fur coat tighter around his body. "Damn cold." he said to the small horse that walked beside him. Yngvald could see Bran's breath, but he scoffed. "Of course, you probably aren't cold. Your fur coat is built-in." He took a deep breath of freezing air, shuddering. Even if Bran could steal things, if he were somehow to become a human person in the morning, Bran couldn't hurt a fly. Maybe that was why Yngvald was so fond of him.
They were on the run again, having crossed someone with enough money to hire Yngvald three times over. Apparently, they used their money to hire a pack of sellswords and set them on Yngvald. So, he'd taken Bran away from there. No man was going to separate this man from his beast, oh no. The only safe place the mercenary could think of was Krizala. No one would follow him there. It was too. Damn. Cold. And the wind was murder. "If this keeps up I'll be frozen solid in a day or two." he growled. If he only had one skill, it was complaining. He stopped his whining, however, when Bran scented something in the air and shied away. Yngvald stopped in his tracks. He drew his bow. His axe hung on his hip if he needed it. He scanned the area carefully.
Red.
There was a girl wearing red having a staring contest with a white bear only about a hundred feet away. A string of curses ran through Yngvald's mind. He dropped the lead rope and glanced at Bran. "Don't. Wander. Off." he said firmly. He doubted Bran would listen. There was no time to tie him, but hopefully there was something to be gained from saving this foolish girl's life.
Gripping his bow, he slowly approached the girl and the bear. He'd come up on the girl's right if he decided to approach her, but now was the time for sneaking. When he was in range, he crouched and took aim for the bear's ribs. He drew the bow as far as it would go and fired, hoping to hit something vital. ... template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0
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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Nov 29, 2017 22:09:46 GMT
Elves generally had an affinity to animals. Felt calm around them and often times animals reciprocated. Perhaps it was her hybridism that didn't give her that gift. But whatever the cause the bear was huffing and grunting softly as it debated this odd meal that was just right for the taking. The massive bear's head rocked back and forth, round ears twitching to take in what it could hear over the roaring wind. Which wasn't much. Larkin took another step back, trembling for a reason other than just the cold now. And then the bear moved. Lunging forward in a charge. Larkin was surprised and turned to try to run but her boots stumbled in the heavy wet snow and she fell in a terrified heap to the ground. Her arms instinctively went to cover her head and she closed her blue eyes, not wanting to see the beast as it devoured her.
She didn't see the arrow pierce the bear's side and slip effortlessly through its lungs. A soft 'unpf' the only indication that anything had even happened. The beast stumbled, a bloody froth leaking from its maw. It was no longer after the girl, only looking for an escape. But there was none and the carnivore crumbled to the ground only a few feet before it reached the little hybrid. Its bloody nose shoving her boot forward as it sucked in one final breath and lost the shine to its eyes. Larkin hadn't moved the entire time. Keeping her head covered she trembled and waited. The touch against her boot had made her whimper, thinking it was going to drag her away. But when nothing came of it she slowly opened her eyes and dropped her arms from her head. The snow was cold against her bare legs and the skin was past the point of aching to just being numb.
She couldn't focus on how cold she was however once she saw the bloody dead bear with its nose pressed firmly against her boot. She scrambled back a step and clutched that leg to her chest. Wide eyes staring at the beast that had been alive and breathing only moments before. What happened to it? Larkin continued to stare for what felt like several minutes before she could pull her gaze away to peer around her at the unending white. It was still steadily snowing and already the bear was developing a thin blanket. It was the small horse she saw but no rider. A shifter maybe? But they weren't speaking to her telepathically...it was all very confusing.
Larkin pushed herself to her feet and tried to dust the snow from her clothing to keep it from melting and chilling her further. "Hello?..." She called softly in the direction of the horse. Her voice likely not traveling very far with the steady wind.
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Post by Yngvald on Nov 29, 2017 22:47:09 GMT
Wherever the wind blows Well that's where I'm headed. Yngvald's breath caught when the bear moved, just after he loosed the arrow. He watched, unknowingly holding that breath, until the bear fell. Even after the beast hit the snow, he waited a few more heartbeats. It seemed the arrow had hit home.
The sellsword's first move was to turn back and make sure Bran hadn't galloped away. The little fellow had spooked, his ears pricked and his nostrils flared, but he was still there. Yngvald's good humor was gone in an instant when he heard the girl's voice. A small, vulnerable sound. He rose, a mean expression on his face, and stormed toward her. As he went, he whistled for Bran. The horse hesitated and then moved to follow his master. Yngvald stood over the girl. "What are you doing?" he asked, much louder than he intended or realized, "The wilds are no place for a delicate lady. On your feet." He elected to offer his hand to pull her up, instead of his preferred method of grabbing by the arm and pulling roughly. Even then, he could have been gentler.
When she was standing again, he looked her over. A scowl came across his face. "You're not one of those fae folk, are you?" He'd only seen a few of them, and most times he had no idea what they were. But, he'd heard they were pretty things. Angry as he was, he had to admit she was pretty. ... template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0
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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Nov 30, 2017 0:38:34 GMT
Movement caught her eye and Larkin turned to see someone storming toward her, the small horse doggedly following his apparent master. She took a step back, a little unsure. He had been the one to kill the bear then, she assumed. But the look on his face was anything but friendly. "What are you doing?" The sudden bark of his voice making her flinch. The hybrid wrapped her arms around herself but she had stumbled, slipped in the wet snow at his sudden appearance and reluctantly accepted the hand offered to her. Stumbling slightly when she was yanked to her feet. " I...I'm walking." It was the truth, she had been walking. Hoping to avoid the emotions that plagued her. Unfortunately, it wasn't something she could so easily leave behind.
"I'm not a delicate lady." Then came her next retort although equally as soft as the first. She didn't consider herself some delicate flower even if she probably should. Especially given her condition. She was lithe, thin and short. Not boasting ample curves that many men were known to lust after. She was just...Larkin. Not a delicate lady, not an elf, not a werebeast. Just Larkin. Fae folk? Was he referring to just the Fae? Surely he could see that she wasn't boasting any wings although her ears were tipped with points just as both fae and elves were. Would he be angry with her because she was fae like?
"I'm not a fae..." That seemed the safest answer. The stranger appeared to be human, it wouldn't be the first time Larkin had faced racism. But being a hybrid there were very few who didn't dislike her on the premise of what she was. A mash of genes that should have never occurred. "T-thank you for saving me. I didn't see it until...." Until she was practically nose to nose with it. "I was distracted I think. I'm sorry to trouble you." She looked over to the bear and felt a heavy guilt settle in her chest. Had she not wandered here the beast would still be alive. She couldn't blame it for looking for a meal. She just didn't want to be that meal.
"Why are you here?" She turned his question back to him. She hadn't seen a soul in days. To stumble upon someone in her moment of need was a miracle.
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Post by Yngvald on Nov 30, 2017 1:59:28 GMT
Wherever the wind blows Well that's where I'm headed. He put his hands on his hips and glanced at Bran, who was close behind him. He looked back at the girl and scoffed. "Well, whatever you are, you shouldn't be out here." He started digging through the saddle bags as Bran extended his neck to sniff at the new person. Yngvald cursed a couple of times before producing a humble knife in a leather sheath. "I'll have that bear's pelt. You won't want to watch." He eyed her for a response, wondering if she'd try and stop him.
"You're welcome." The wintery landscape could cause the mind to wander, he thought. And he supposed she hadn't quite expected to come across a bear. "Myself? Running away from another stupid decision." he said bluntly. She didn't know his face, so she didn't know what he had done. There was no harm in mentioning it to her. "And you? What's a Not-A-Delicate-Fae-Lady doing out in this lovely weather?" He eyed her again with piercing blue orbs, genuinely curious. ... template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0
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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Nov 30, 2017 4:38:48 GMT
Larkin frowned when the stranger said she shouldn't be out there. Not really understanding why it mattered to him but not wanting to anger him with questions. A hesitant smile came to her lips when the horse reached his nose toward her although she made no move to touch the equine. His next statement made her frown. "Have its pelt?" She asked, obviously not understanding. And then she noticed the blade and her eyes widened before she looked away. Biting her lip she kept her back turned to the stranger as he moved toward the bear.
His words seemed mocking but Larkin took no notice of it. Vocal cues often went unnoticed by the odd little woman. "The same thing as you, it sounds like." She said quietly. Her long ivory hair billowed around her shoulders, Larkin nearly turned to see him when she spoke again but remembering his warning she didn't. "I know what stupid thing I did...but what did you do to come this far? Have you been here very long?" A sudden gust of cold air made her shiver and hug herself tighter. Her rather short skirt doing little to keep her warm. But where she had walked from it hadn't been, just chilly. Here though she could feel the cold stealing her breath straight from her lungs.
"I'm Larkin. Could I have your name?"
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Post by Yngvald on Dec 1, 2017 7:30:00 GMT
Wherever the wind blows Well that's where I'm headed. He skinned the beast, nasty work, but something he was used to. It didn't take him a terribly long time. Except for when he had to cut through the bones, but that was managed with his axe. While he was at it, he might as well take some meat. He might have been working, but he was also paying some attention to the girl. He heard her speaking, and he noticed her shivering.
"I stole from the wrong person. Again." Despite the cold, he found himself wiping sweat from his brow. "My name? Yngvald. And that's Bran." He kept working, but something was beginning to bother him. "If you're not a delicate lady, what are you? I mean, what do you normally do?" He figured she was nothing to be afraid of; Bran wasn't afraid of her.
He was getting close to finishing skinning the bear. There were a few more steps afterward to preserved the hide, but there was no way he had everything he needed. Although... He turned back to Larkin. "Are you in a hurry? I mean... I'm going to be here for a while. Be a shame if you ran into another bear." He looked her over once again. It might have had something to do with her delicate appearance, but he didn't want her to be wandering the snow on her own. Innocents don't deserve to die. ... template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0
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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Dec 1, 2017 9:48:43 GMT
"Again?" She echoed his words. Wondering why he would steal from the same man twice. Or were there two different men who were the wrong men to steal from? She wasn't certain. Larkin was staring at the horse when Yngvald provided both of their names. After a beat, a question followed that made her frown. That was...a very long story. "It's...I don't really have a normal anymore. Not now at least..." She knew she was doing a sore job of answering his questions but her story was hardly one to be poured out into the cold in one breath.
"I guess all I do now is try to keep moving." She pushed the toe of her boot into the snow and spoke to Yngvald again. "Is that what you normally do? Steal from the wrong people?" From someone else the words might have sounded condescending. But Larkin's tone was innocent and curious. How he perceived them, however, was yet to be seen.
She shook her head in response to his question but then remembering she had her back turned to them spoke. "I...I don't have anywhere I need to be." She didn't want to run into a second bear. The first one had been close to disaster. She crouched down then, still facing the horse but now with her knees against her chest. Her arms wrapped around them too keep her as warm as possible. "It takes a long time to take a bear skin?"
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Post by Yngvald on Dec 2, 2017 1:38:15 GMT
Wherever the wind blows Well that's where I'm headed. It came as no surprise that her mind seemed to linger on the "again" part. Instead of clarifying, he only grunted. But, moving on, he shook his head when she didn't give him a good answer. He knew he didn't have any room to complain, but he did anyway. "Well, what did you do when you had a normal?" He glanced up at her from his work, irritation in his voice. He was beginning to suspect she didn't have much to offer in the way of coin, and that was all he was interested in. Too late to turn back now, he supposed.
"Myself? I'm a sellsword. Someone hires me to beat or kill someone, I do it, they pay me. It's not my fault if they have a lovely fur coat just lying there unattended." He was finished with the initial skinning, and so pulled the skin away from the bear. Time to remove the undesirable bits from the skin side. He set to work, still listening to Larkin. Bran, meanwhile, was beginning to get bored until Larkin crouched near him. He pricked his ears at her and took a step toward her to sniff at her hair.
Yngvald elected to respond to her question before replying to her statement. "The skinning doesn't take me long. But I don't have nearly enough salt to preserve the skin." He sighed. "The reason I asked - I have a little shelter that you can rest under - not much more than a roof and one wall." He coughed, a fake cough, something he did to fill silence while he gathered his thoughts. Not wanting to sound soft and gentle, he continued. "I figure you can pay me somehow when we get out of this snow."
He glanced at her again, self-consciously. ... template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0
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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Dec 2, 2017 8:34:30 GMT
He kept asking her questions that she was uncertain how to answer. Her pale brows knitted together as she tried to formulate an answer he might accept. "I lived with my brother...and I read a lot. I was training to be a lore keeper for the elves. But then I was stolen away because a man who wasn't very nice wanted me. I hid for a long time then. I read as much as I could then too. And then Felix said he didn't want me so now this is where I am- I don't...I don't really know what I do, I'm sorry." She was confused by his phrasing. "They were mad because you left a coat laying somewhere?" She repeated dumbly. Indeed she did not pick up on many verbal cues that other's did. She spent more time with her head buried in a book than interacting with others. Or at least she had.
A soft sound that was nearly a giggle came from Larkin when the horse huffed its warm breath down on her head. Tentatively she would reach her fingers up to him to sniff. Obviously a little concerned he might bite. "Oh? That would be really nice...I'm pretty tired." She looked back at him when he coughed then back to the horse, trying not to let her eyes linger on the corpse of the bear. Pay.. He wanted payment. Larkin frowned and didn't speak for several minutes. The words that did come were soft and apologetic. "I-I'm sorry I don't have any coin. Is there anything else you would accept? Anything you need that I might have? I don't really have much though..." The clothes on her back, one blood splattered book, and a couple wilted dandelions in her pocket. She would have made some poor thief a very sad man.
Larkin reached up to scratched the horse's cheek. The red sleeve of her coat pulled back to reveal the obsidian tattoo that marred her porcelain skin. A constant reminder of what had nearly happened to her. Unfortunately, it was a very well known symbol, people were quick to judge. Automatically assuming she was bad or something of that nature because of a business she had been sold into and never even participated in because Felix had rescued her in time. But still, the tattoo remained. "Had you known I couldn't pay, would you have let me die?"
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Post by Yngvald on Dec 2, 2017 23:00:38 GMT
Wherever the wind blows Well that's where I'm headed. He stopped what he was doing to look at her once more. An elf? Was that what she was? Oh, right. Faeries had wings, he recalled, feeling a bit dumb. He consoled himself with a reminder that he had at least known she wasn't human. He couldn't relate much to reading. He knew how to write his name, and Bran's name, and a few rudimentary sentences, but otherwise books were mysterious to him. When she repeated what he said - but backwards - he sighed and brought his hand up to his forehead. He paused to take another deep breath before answering, slowly. "No, no. They left the coat lying around. I stole it. If I sees something worth stealing, I steal it." Why'd he feel guilty when he said that? Oh well. He knew he wasn't exactly a good person. He'd come to terms with that long ago.
He heard her little giggle and looked up at her again. Even Yngvald couldn't help but smile at Bran's friendliness. "He won't bite." he said as he finally returned to his work. Without stopping, he answered her. "I'll set it up for you when I'm done here. Shouldn't take too long." He let her be silent for a while, almost enjoying it himself. Even when she said she didn't have money, he stayed quiet. He'd let her talk until she was finished talking, and then he'd answer her.
When she finished, it was time to make a decision. Play the tough mercenary, or be nice for once in his life. He sighed. "No. I wouldn't have let you die. I've seen what a bear can do to someone." he paused, and sighed one more time. "Don't worry about paying me now. We'll work it out later." he said finally. ... template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0
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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Dec 3, 2017 4:38:17 GMT
"Oh.." She said feeling a little embarrassed when he explained the coat ordeal. She bit down and didn't ask further questions on the matter. She felt that she had already annoyed him about it. Larkin wasn't the sort of person to automatically brand him a bad person just because he admitted to being a thief. Hell, she wore the tattoo of a whore when she had only been with one person in her long life. And apparently, she had been disposable to him. She didn't regret it, or him. But she did wonder how she would explain things to the child when they were old enough to ask. How she would even manage to do this alone. Her brother...she didn't want to bring this burden down on him. He was always encouraging her to keep her hybridism a secret because of the potential danger. Her kind had no rites, there were no laws to protect them. What is her child was like her? It wouldn't be fair to bring that stress to Zaos.
"You don't have to rush." She said when he mentioned fixing the shelter for her. Petting the horse without as much fear after his reassurance. Letting her small fingers slip over his forehead and down the planes of his furry face. Feeling his warm breath on her face every so often. "...that is nice of you. Lots of people aren't so kind." But she felt a bit of concern when she contemplated his shelter. The snow was coming down steadily and he appeared to be human. He would need the shelter just as much as she. Which she could always turn into a rabbit if he needed more space but the thought of being so small and vulnerable out here....she might get blown away by the wind.
"Are you sure there is enough room? In your shelter, I mean....I can start heading back, I don't want to put you out." She contemplated ways to pay him back but came up bare. Unless perhaps he wanted to learn to read, but she would have offered that for free. It was something she had taught a little werebeast named Farid a while back. She had lived a very sheltered life, protected from the world by her brother and staying within Aelfmenn. It was only over the last seven or eight months when she had been stolen that she had really gotten out of her comfort zone much.
"You asked if I was a fae....are you human?"
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Post by Yngvald on Dec 3, 2017 10:59:10 GMT
Wherever the wind blows Well that's where I'm headed. He shrugged. He wasn't rushing, just good with work like that. Bloody work. Her comment about him being kind made him scoff, but he replied with a gentler tone than normal. "Yeah, I know they aren't."
He finished working on the pelt and laid it skin-side down in the snow. He hoped the cold would preserve it until he thought of what to do with it. He rose, his legs sore from sitting so long. He cleaned the knife and sheathed it. Then he looked at the sky. "It'll be dark before you know it. Probably not a good idea to travel. You're not putting me out." He bit his tongue. He'd regret this. "Let me set the shelter up. And yes. I'm human." That made him feel strangely vulnerable. He walked to Bran's side, patting his neck as he passed. He began taking the things he'd need from the horse's back. It only took a few minutes to set up the shelter. There was enough room for a person to sit up under it, and enough room for them to lie down. He set it up against the wind and ushered her into it. Then he tossed her a fur blanket. Without another word, he methodically took the packs and saddles off of Bran and drove a stake into the snow, which he tied the horse to. "I normally use the saddle as a pillow, but I don't think you'd be comfortable." He said with a sigh as he sat in front of her. "I can start a fire in a bit, if you want." ... template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0
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Post by Larkin Silvaris on Dec 3, 2017 11:52:55 GMT
He had finished with the bear and Larkin turned to see him, her blue eyes following him when he walked over to Bran. His mention of it being dark soon pushed her to look up at the sky, a tiny frown on her lips. "I guess it is." She said quietly. "That's nice, I don't know many humans." She smiled brightly as if excited at the prospect of meeting someone new of a race she had little contact with. Many of the races she knew disliked the humans for varied reasons. Some said their short life spans made them more spontaneous, some said they were just greedy and thirsted for blood. But from what Larkin could tell Yngvald seemed very nice. And it wasn't greedy to share his shelter with her. "Can I ask how old you are? I know all the races age differently, its hard to tell how old anyone is?" She laughed softly.
Once the shelter was set up he ushered her beneath it and Larkin looked at him curiously before obeying. It wasn't a house by any means but it did knock a good measure of the wind off. She looked at the blanket he tossed at her, her fingers touching the fur with a strange look on her face. Reluctantly she pulled it closer and wrapped it around herself, trying not to think about what it was made of. It was very warm though and it was nice to have her bare legs blocked from the wind. She snuggled down into the fur blanket until she resembled a strange turtle with just her head sticking out. Her long ivory locks falling haphazardly over the fur. He mentioned the saddle being a pillow but seemed to toss the idea without her saying a thing. A fire would be nice but she only nodded. She was aware that a fire required wood. Something that would obviously be in short supply out here. When he appeared to be done running around busily Larkin held out part of the blanket to him in offering.
"You must be cold too." She reasoned. Another thing about Larkin was that she was horrible with boundaries. She was a very touchy person, something that others were known to get tired of very quickly. Felix had tolerated it well...but maybe that was part of the reason he didn't want her. Maybe she had annoyed him. Larkin scooted over as much as she could beneath the tiny structure and again held up the blanket.
"You should get warm." Her large eyes darted to the horse but he didn't seem bothered by the gusts of cold air. Larkin was very susceptible to the cold. Especially the wet cold. That could cripple her quickly. "Oh, I do not bite...if that's what stops you."
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