Apr 08, 2008 06:48
Oh, my poor back...
If I can still mount a horse by myself, I'm certainly capable of having a -fine- back...damn bones.
Damn feet...out of the way, Katrina--
Damn everything. Where did I put those...ahah. Lose my head if it wasn't attached to my shoulders, wouldn't I. Don't know how a grown woman could lose four large swords...
[light clattering, and the drop of an exceptionally heavy bag]
A ride, a stiff drink, then onto the fields again, what say...early, isn't it...spot of tea. Then that drink.
[light mewing..a sigh]
Oh, what a -look-! I'll feed you before I leave, Katrina...poor deprived spoiled thing. Bof.
[rustling fabric and a distinct crack]
Oh. My poor back...
[ooc: Cursed Ana! Getting on in age, sort've future mentality as well, swarthy woman she is. <3 Also, super late/early. XD Bedtime. Tags when I wake?]
affected,
harry dresden,
drinks?,
older!ana,
cor my bones are weary,
training,
equus,
archery,
damn back,
back to work again,
curse,
roommates,
katrina,
bloody ridiculous