The Gig, Sunday
After yesterday, Firekeeper had done something she didn't normally do: took a shower. Which was not to say she didn't bathe, just that she normally did so in the creek or at the beach. But somehow being covered in ichor had made her feel like perhaps, just this once, scalding water might make a difference.
Especially since today was her day with the horses, and while they were by no means overly skittish creatures, she knew the week had to have been hard on them. No need to make them smell the taint of whatever wicked sorcery had created the monsters that had ravaged the island still on her skin.
Still, much of the morning was spent working with Blind Seer to coax the horses out, let them see that it really was back to normal. Or on its way to normal, anyway.
[ooc: No, I didn't forget today was Sunday. Shut up.]
Especially since today was her day with the horses, and while they were by no means overly skittish creatures, she knew the week had to have been hard on them. No need to make them smell the taint of whatever wicked sorcery had created the monsters that had ravaged the island still on her skin.
Still, much of the morning was spent working with Blind Seer to coax the horses out, let them see that it really was back to normal. Or on its way to normal, anyway.
[ooc: No, I didn't forget today was Sunday. Shut up.]