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Date Posted: 00:08:37 02/03/02 Sun
Author: Raisa
Subject: ~+~+~

+The renegade returning, not bothering to urge her runner out of the swift walk that he'd taken to during the journey. No one seemed to care about what she did, which was fine with her, as long as she wasn't bound to anyone and could be left to herself. Noticing the appearance of four new runners and a canine when she entered the cave, she shrugged and set to the task of checking the stallion. Seeing no signs of hoof rot or sore muscles, she tied him to a post and took off her sack, dumping most of her findings in the small store that they had accumulated:+

For everyone:
2 jars of numbweed
3 jars of healing salve
2 jars of oil
4 jars of sunburn salve

Keeping:
1 bandage roll
((She used that, you'll figure out why))

+She gave a small smirk before finding a somewhat comfortable place to sit, leaning against the wall. She took off her left boot and pulled up her pant leg, unwrapping the piece of bandage from her bloodied leg. Grimacing, she found the bandage roll and reapplied the bandage, inhaling sharply through clenched teeth. Pain is a weakness. Those who are weak die at the hands of the strong.... The words resounded in her head and she kept her pain stifled, refusing to give it a voice. Finished, she rolled her pant leg down and took off her other shoe, leaning against the wall and falling into an alert sort of sleep+
((Sorry I'm kinda inactive, my comp is bein problematic))

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