Post by Deleted on May 13, 2023 15:58:38 GMT -5
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Though the cold of Hiems still lingered, Ver promised to arrive with a vengeance, and Citra had to admit that she was ready for the cold to end. The changing of the season would bring with it warmer weather that would make Citra’s life a little easier. Lingering where others tended to gather was always a risky venture in Elderkeep, for where there were people, there was the inevitability of violence. The biting winds of Hiems chased everyone to the relative refuge of the tavern or the warmth of one of the many bonfires that sprung up around the city. Though she needed their heat as much – if not more, for she was rather small – as the next person over, Citra knew very well how dangerous such lures could be.
Well, no matter. Though today’s weather was milder than it had been in quite a while, she still had to survive a few more weeks of Hiems before the weather warmed for good.
The dog that she had been following while her mind meandered turned a corner, and Citra refocused on her task. Black and brown, the canine was full grown but still seemed fairly young, and it had the wary flightiness of every stray animal that called Elderkeep home. After all, food was scarce for them as well. Moreover, those caught unawares could very easily become food themselves. If all went well, that was the fate that awaited this particular dog.
The street she turned down was quiet, and she pulled out an apple that she’d saved for this purpose. With her dagger, she cut a piece off before crouching down and tossing it near the dog, who had paused to watch her. While it gave the offering a cautious sniff, Citra glanced around and grabbed a decent-sized wooden stick from the rubble of a nearby wagon, just in case. She placed it quietly by her side before cutting another piece off the apple and tossing it toward the dog, a little closer to her this time. “Come on,” She coaxed quietly. “There you go.” Another piece, and then another, until the dog was almost within arm’s reach. Still skittish, it clearly remained wary of her – but that was fine. Citra had time.