So. Leaving out if the blue? No surprise there. Never should’ve been. ‘Transient’ was practically her middle name at this point, though...well. Radeken didn’t bother to acknowledge it, but that wasn’t necessarily a good thing. Especially when she, so much like an insidious disease, like the ailments she could cure if it pleased her, was never gone for long. Just long enough. But, hey. She counted herself lucky in this instance. Community life moves fast and she had a pretty good feeling that by now, hers would be a fresh new face to at least the staggering majority of those she might meet upon returning. Nobody to call her out for her habitual hiatuses, nobody to boohoo about her irresponsibility in regards to that short-lived healer job. What was that role called, again? Ah, well. It’d been so long it might’ve even changed by now. She wanted to be funny and add a little, Just like me! at the end of that inner tangent but, Radeken didn’t change. Never would. That was how it was, damn it.
Radeken sighed and her exhale didn’t plume steamy around her muzzle as it had been doing earlier in the day, so at least she had that going for her. Maybe it was this colder season that drove her back to a home. It certainly wasn’t nostalgia. But, it is nice to live somewhere you know you’ll be guaranteed a meal. And if transient was her middle name, freeloader was her last. This wasn’t dependence. It was just her best option. It was just tactically sound. Etcetera.
Another crisp autumn breath later yielded the scent of the border markers. Her bag was dropped to her side, old and bursting with supplies. Glass bottles that clinked against one another, carefully repaired books that aided her research, journals on her findings. Somewhere in there was her old pendant, that all-seeing eye she had sported boastfully. She didn’t wear it now purely because she wanted to see if she could swindle another dope necklace out of these chumps. Radeken licked her lips.
“Hello?” She called out over the howl of wind around her, almost perturbed by the sound of her own voice. She never did an awful lot of talking on her little excursions if she didn’t have to. Needless to say, it had been a while. She worked her jaw, moving spit around in her mouth, and sat down so as to appear more at peace. Friendlier. Hopefully her good behavior would nudge some kind of cosmic roulette wheel in her favor and she’d be taken in by someone who wanted this over and done with as quickly as she did. “[color=#cd7f32]My name is Radeken, I’m here to join.”
Radeken sighed and her exhale didn’t plume steamy around her muzzle as it had been doing earlier in the day, so at least she had that going for her. Maybe it was this colder season that drove her back to a home. It certainly wasn’t nostalgia. But, it is nice to live somewhere you know you’ll be guaranteed a meal. And if transient was her middle name, freeloader was her last. This wasn’t dependence. It was just her best option. It was just tactically sound. Etcetera.
Another crisp autumn breath later yielded the scent of the border markers. Her bag was dropped to her side, old and bursting with supplies. Glass bottles that clinked against one another, carefully repaired books that aided her research, journals on her findings. Somewhere in there was her old pendant, that all-seeing eye she had sported boastfully. She didn’t wear it now purely because she wanted to see if she could swindle another dope necklace out of these chumps. Radeken licked her lips.
“Hello?” She called out over the howl of wind around her, almost perturbed by the sound of her own voice. She never did an awful lot of talking on her little excursions if she didn’t have to. Needless to say, it had been a while. She worked her jaw, moving spit around in her mouth, and sat down so as to appear more at peace. Friendlier. Hopefully her good behavior would nudge some kind of cosmic roulette wheel in her favor and she’d be taken in by someone who wanted this over and done with as quickly as she did. “[color=#cd7f32]My name is Radeken, I’m here to join.”