Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Feb 18, 2009 13:01:25 GMT -5
** The day had not yet dawned, and yet Song was up, and pacing. Why sleep when there was no relief from nightmares? Why sleep when it didn't provide the ease it gave to everyone else? So she had risen before the sun, ready to do something productive. But in order to do that, one must dress properly. And as the weather was still nippy, despite spring's supposed presence, that meant that besides the nomal purple dress, brown boots, and yellow leather vest, she would need a cloak.
So, Songwind Rosemelody.....Goldbrush, was looking for a cloak. Again. She could never find anything in the morning, her least favorite time of day. Finally, after tripping several times, overturning a few(hundred) baskets, she found it, a plain brown cloak with a velvet lined inside. It had been a gift, and it was common knowledge that not even battlefields could change Song's like of the finer things.
Humming a tune, the pretty squirrel healer skipped out of her room in the barracks, and scurried up the steps to the parapet. Most squirrels would have simply climbed the walls, but not Song. She disliked climbing, in fact, she was incapable of it, or at least thats what she told herself. Anyways, she finally made it up there, and she came alert. Deep brown eyes quickly searched the tree border for enemies. No one. She was alone with her thoughts, wondering who else might join her that day.**
So, Songwind Rosemelody.....Goldbrush, was looking for a cloak. Again. She could never find anything in the morning, her least favorite time of day. Finally, after tripping several times, overturning a few(hundred) baskets, she found it, a plain brown cloak with a velvet lined inside. It had been a gift, and it was common knowledge that not even battlefields could change Song's like of the finer things.
Humming a tune, the pretty squirrel healer skipped out of her room in the barracks, and scurried up the steps to the parapet. Most squirrels would have simply climbed the walls, but not Song. She disliked climbing, in fact, she was incapable of it, or at least thats what she told herself. Anyways, she finally made it up there, and she came alert. Deep brown eyes quickly searched the tree border for enemies. No one. She was alone with her thoughts, wondering who else might join her that day.**
