Well, at least the punishment doesn't start tonight... Elias got up as they were dismissed, ignoring the runt as he headed to his room, a persistent glue-scented cloud following him. It was honestly starting to irritate him beyond words because he'd tried everything to get it to go away. It was especially bad because after he'd pretty much stripped of everything except his boxers and a shirt and laid down to go to bed, he ended up being kept up for a long time by that smell until he finally managed to drift off.
The next morning, he got up early per usual, maybe a little later than his normal. He dressed and headed downstairs, the glue-cloud having diminished quite a bit, and was about to bound out of the house for his morning run when he was suddenly reminded that punishment started today, and he couldn't go running without the damn runt... with a noise of frustration, he changed course and headed back towards the bedroom area, quickly finding her room and went in without warning. "Time to get up," he announced rather loudly.
Since she was no longer at the party, Hickory had changed out of the dress and somehow managed to get her hair down from the intricate knots it had been tied up in. After a shower and spending quite a while on scrubbing make-up off her face after the fact, she had changed into some more comfortable to sleep in. She had pulled her hair back up too, but this time in a simple ponytail.
Then, because she knew she had a wait ahead of her, she'd found a book to read. Wolves actually were only taught the basics of reading and writing, and only that much on the off-chance that whoever bought them would want them to do something that involved it, though it usually wasn't the case. Though she wasn't the best, Hickory did enjoy reading. It just took her longer and there were more words she didn't recognize than was the case with others. And that was what she had been doing when she heard the knock. She started at first, but then realized who it must be, and she went to open the door for him.
The next morning, he got up early per usual, maybe a little later than his normal. He dressed and headed downstairs, the glue-cloud having diminished quite a bit, and was about to bound out of the house for his morning run when he was suddenly reminded that punishment started today, and he couldn't go running without the damn runt... with a noise of frustration, he changed course and headed back towards the bedroom area, quickly finding her room and went in without warning. "Time to get up," he announced rather loudly.
Since she was no longer at the party, Hickory had changed out of the dress and somehow managed to get her hair down from the intricate knots it had been tied up in. After a shower and spending quite a while on scrubbing make-up off her face after the fact, she had changed into some more comfortable to sleep in. She had pulled her hair back up too, but this time in a simple ponytail.
Then, because she knew she had a wait ahead of her, she'd found a book to read. Wolves actually were only taught the basics of reading and writing, and only that much on the off-chance that whoever bought them would want them to do something that involved it, though it usually wasn't the case. Though she wasn't the best, Hickory did enjoy reading. It just took her longer and there were more words she didn't recognize than was the case with others. And that was what she had been doing when she heard the knock. She started at first, but then realized who it must be, and she went to open the door for him.
October 19th, 2014 at 05:58pm