08-17-2016, 01:42 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-17-2016, 07:57 AM by Rajani the Dark.)
Rajani pauses her work and turns to look at Wizwik, considering him for a moment. She looks to be struggling with something inside herself, as if two sides of her personality are fighting to take control of her actions and it is unclear what she should choose to do. After a moment she seems to make a decision, calms herself, and is almost peaceful. She looks up slightly to where the gnome is standing beside her and smiles a pained smile. "No Wizwik, there is nothing you can do for me. But there is work to be done for the others. Just one moment." She turns to her trunks, removing cloth of all colours and fabrics, from the simplest wools to the finest of silks. She raises herself to her feet and begins handing these out indiscriminately to the townsfolk to use as bedding. She also offers her services where needed as a tailor without charge, repairing the torn clothes which adorn the survivors (Demetria's clothes are the first to be repaired.) She works swiftly and furiously, sometimes mumbling under her breath.
She still does not look towards her burning home.
She still does not look towards her burning home.
"I don't really do handshakes."
Black furred Savar female, often wearing dark formal clothing and a large gear pendant as well as carrying a satchel.
OOG: Corri Dawson
email: emopumpkin@live.ca
Black furred Savar female, often wearing dark formal clothing and a large gear pendant as well as carrying a satchel.
OOG: Corri Dawson
email: emopumpkin@live.ca

