God

~ strolling from the pens to camp, though towards my wagon as I see it ahead, stopping by it as I tie the rope to the side of my wagon, as I looked about the wagons a grin arose to my face, as I thought were my larl might be about camp~

when the fur was clean as she could make it...nimble fingers pulled it from the rope and she slung the fur over a shoulder carrying it back to the place her Master called His own...she lay it in its place and spread it evenly over the surface of the ground

wellcome back

Back screams

The House
It's cooler out here, but that hardly matters. The air moves. There's thunder.

And still no stars.

arriving at the central fire...the men had started coming to settle on their furs...larl took her Masters fur from the ground and carried it to a nearby wagon...laying it across a bit of rope..she took a stick and started to beat the dirt from the hairs that produced a bit of comfort...she beat the thing until clouds of dust surrounded her...coughing a bit as she beat the fur...until such time that the fur was no longer limiting dirt into the air

Hmm…seems like somebody stepped up..very nice pics

~Checking this area out,I was up bright an early carrying different lengths of rope, whilst checking the roped off areas one by one, or more to the point the rope itself, all looked in good condition, a nod, as I then headed back towards camp~ (lp, camp next)

She picked her pace up as the the night began to close in. The comfort of the fires and people were just ahead and it didn't hurt that she could smell fresh food being cooked. Her own stomach woke and reminded her that she hadn't eaten yet today. The guards couldn't be rid of her soon enough and upon entering the camp, they traded out with fresh men and went off to eat, drink and enjoy what the camp had to offer them.

Yeah. I'm sure that was Not a Good Night for 'Ree.

bops you on the head with a roll of plans

arriving at the central fire...the men had started coming to settle on their furs...larl took her Masters fur from the ground and carried it to a nearby branch...laying it across...she took a stick and started to beat the dirt from the hairs that produced a bit of comfrot

(cutting the Ropes from your legs and feet, not you LOL))

spunk

The House
Curls up in the corner of the couch. Then uncurls and heads outside

vitality

Imagine living in a Cyberpunk Megablock and you hear a boom and you can't tell if that's just LIVELY music or someone being put through a life-or-death struggle in another floor lol

The Windy GrassHopper Tavern and Inn
(Sorry first part is to you)