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Susan hated the newest changes in the island. They bothered her on a level that sounded ridiculous when she thought about it, simply because they reminded her of Calormen - but that was not at all logical, because Calormen was all desert and clay and heat-blasted sand, and the island was just a lusher, denser jungle than it usually was. It was more the island buildings, like the compound, rather than the island itself, that reminded her of Calormen and the palaces that would have been her prison had she choosen poorly. Even Summerfell looked different enough to make her uneasy, so she had begun avoiding it.
Shadow had been a terror all morning, chewing things, knocking over a basket of freshly folded laundry and getting muddy pawprints all over it, and digging up the tiny new plants that had just begun to peek out of the garden, so in the afternoon Susan left the house with the wolf tagging along with her. Or rather, tagging along for a few paces and then darting ahead to disappear into the thick vegetation for long stretches before appearing again, full of bounding energy. Susan wished she had half her direwolf's energy. There were days when she actually enjoyed being pregnant, now that she wasn't sick all the time, and she was terribly excited for the baby's impending arrival -- two months! -- but she tired so easily that it was frustrating. Even this short walk up the beach with Shadow was tiring her, and while the direwolf launched herself into the surf with a huge splash, Susan walked back up on the shore into the shade, leaning against a large rock to catch her breath.
[tag at will! new folks, old, all good - subject to usual ST-y goodness. splashings by large wet wolf quite likely.]
Shadow had been a terror all morning, chewing things, knocking over a basket of freshly folded laundry and getting muddy pawprints all over it, and digging up the tiny new plants that had just begun to peek out of the garden, so in the afternoon Susan left the house with the wolf tagging along with her. Or rather, tagging along for a few paces and then darting ahead to disappear into the thick vegetation for long stretches before appearing again, full of bounding energy. Susan wished she had half her direwolf's energy. There were days when she actually enjoyed being pregnant, now that she wasn't sick all the time, and she was terribly excited for the baby's impending arrival -- two months! -- but she tired so easily that it was frustrating. Even this short walk up the beach with Shadow was tiring her, and while the direwolf launched herself into the surf with a huge splash, Susan walked back up on the shore into the shade, leaning against a large rock to catch her breath.
[tag at will! new folks, old, all good - subject to usual ST-y goodness. splashings by large wet wolf quite likely.]