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- Posted: Fri, 27 Mar 2015 01:53:59 +0000
Kai returned Hartia's cheshire grin, if only because it so mirrored her own usual toothy expression that she could not resist.
Hartia was one of those odd few who the little wolf could not seem to decide if she loved, or hated.
It was fair to say that about 90% of the time, Kai wanted to kick him in the shin...but in spite of herself, every now and then...she actually kinda did like him. She had been genuinely concerned when she'd thought he was going to freeze to death from all the glamour pumping through his veins. Yes, she had been concerned about the fact that he'd eaten an enormous amount of her money, but she'd also been worried about him dying, not because she was worried she wouldnt get her money back, but because...she thought he was dying. She didnt want him to die.
She wanted him to shut up, a great deal of the time, but not die.
As he walked out the door, Kai slid the key into a hidden drawer in the cash register, tucked under the tray that held the money. The briefcase she took with her as she turned on her heel and headed back into the kitchen.
For now, she would lock it in the safe she kept in the walk in freezer. It was sadly devoid of product after Hartia's little stunt, but with the money he'd given her in advance she'd be able to get a new supply in soon to stock back up and get him outfitted to sell....wherever it was he was selling. She'd be in for a pleasant surprise, too, whenever she got around to opening the case and counting out her haul. She hadnt really expected to make anything extra off of him (thought it never hurt to try). It might even make her a little more fond of the man. He could be alright. Sometimes.
When he wanted to be.
The money and the key locked up in separate locations, Kai would yawn again, stretch, and head out the back door located in the kitchen.
The sun was up properly, sitting high in the sky now as the little wolf stared into the face of noon. She shaded her eyes with her hands for a moment before she got to work.
There was always a million things to do in a place like this, but since she had been able to convince Hartia to magic the place into some semblance of order the other day, her usual 'honey-do' list had gotten a lot shorter. His magic had scoured the place clean, replaced most of their larder (although, much like when you let someone else do your grocery shopping for you, Kai had found that the brands and items chosen were not exactly to her preference), and fixed a rather large handful of the minor things that tended to go wrong around the building. The paint on the front sign wasnt peeling anymore, the back porch door's hinge no longer shrieked when she opened it - hell, the garden hose was even sitting in a neat coil against the side of the house now, when Kai was pretty sure it had always existed in a complex and impossible to solve knot half buried under the porch for most of creation.
This left her with a little free time to do some things that were more up her alley than minor home repairs.
Swinging from a low branch in the backyard was the carcass of a deer, its antlers scraping small lines in the dirt below as it swung slowly back and forth. It had been caught the other day, and with this being the earliest days of spring, it still got plenty cold enough at night and in the mornings to keep the thing half frozen until she could deal with it today.
The wolf whistled absently to herself as she went about dressing the deer, letting the blood drain into a bucket at her feet as she worked to cut the hide free.
She wasnt quite sure how to actually tan a hide, but now seemed like a good time to learn. She had internet access out here - she'd google it.
Her eyes were still tired, all of her stiff and slow with a bone deep weariness, but the cool breeze felt good on her shoulders and it stirred the loose strands of her hair in a friendly and familiar way. The sun slanted through the trees and warmed her skin as she worked, and despite her exhaustion she looked...happy?
No. Content.
She looked content, and pleased to be doing something useful with her hands.
There was still a smear of dirt across her cheek, and a few leaves in her hair form her earlier foray into the bushes to deal with the pixies. Now there was the added bonus of deers blood smeared across her cut off shorts where she'd absent mindedly wiped her hands.
Her whistling turned into humming as she worked, which turned into words sung whisper soft to herself:
"...Oh! sweet she was,
And pure and fair,
The maid with honey in her hair
the maid, with honey in her hair..."