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Winter never ended. Is what the season felt like. Constant snow that buried everything in some attempt to strangle the land or even simply make it forgotten. It worked, and the end felt so far away. Everything was bare, no comforting greens or the smell of wet earth, things that said life was around. That the world was still living. In Winter, everything is dead silent, and somber like it were the world's funeral.
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In a time, long ago, Winter was beautiful. The hunt was at its best. Chilly air woke the body from the sleepy daze of the morning. That, was a long time ago, and now everything was but a empty husk of its normal self.
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The farm kept her busy and the barn gave her a place to sleep in relative warmth. The cold never bothered her, as one who grew up in the mountains, she was used to and even embraced the cold. However, she wouldn't have too lasted outside; all those memories that dredge up and linger like a rotting smell. She was thankful for her barn, and the animals to keep her company.
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Hopefully they'll be her only company. After two seasons of living on the island a pattern of sorts had begun. In the Spring she meet Fox and the kid and found them both again in the Fall along with Lily. Lily and the kid were alright... Fox she was a little uncertain of, but maybe something good could come out of mutual relationship.
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The kid right now must be toughing out the cold. Nothing too hard, there are plenty of caves on the island, plenty of clothes and food to steal. It's not like this was all wild land where all one had was their wits and motivation. Is her bow holding up? Ash was a sturdy wood, the bow would last for a while.
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Calyn curled up on the hay pile in the barn, a dog on either side of her. Whatever the kid is doing she's probably getting by just fine.
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<br>Date: Winter 8, 10
<br>Time: 10:00 am
<br>Mood: Cautious, Aware, Embarrassed
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<br><br>’Laughing Jackal…This is the place.’
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The girl with no name sat perched atop a tree branch scanning the farm before her. This was the second day she had been by and she had yet to see any signs of life, any stirrings at all in the single large barn that inhabited most of the farm proper. She had seen the hunter woman working here on several occasions, had followed her here before that just to find out where she lived but now it was as if the farm was a cold, empty shell.
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’That’s not true though, is it? Look with your eyes worthless worm.’ The voice of the traitor, Ben Martell, spoke up in her mind and yes, she knew that the voice, despised and hated though it was, was right. The woman lived in the barn she knew. The girl had been by enough to determine that this was actually the woman’s home but she had thought that she would have at least seen her at some point in her stake out. Now, as she spied the light coming from barn she realized that the woman had to be there she just wasn’t coming out.
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’I guess that means I’m going to have to go get a closer look.’ Sighing with frustration the girl picked up her two broken halves of bow and swung down from her perch to the ground. This was so stupid. The girl hated depending on others but it couldn’t be helped in this case. She had broken her bow. Never mind the fact that the wolf had been the one that had bitten it in half and nearly removed a few of her fingers as well. She should have never gotten caught flat footed in the first place.
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In any case the bow was broken and there was nothing to be done except going to see the hunter woman. The girl could only imagine that she would be mad. After the two of them had put so much work into gathering the wood, preparing it, cutting it and all the other tasks that went in to making a bow she fully expected the woman to clout her over the head for being so stupid. It didn’t matter much however. She had taken beating before and at least this time she did have the news of the wolf to comfort her. She would find that wolf but that could wait. Right now she needed a bow.
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Reaching the barn the girl considered for a moment what she should do next. She could sneak in but she was unsure how the woman would take her just popping up inside. Thieves they both may be but the girl had developed a certain sense of respect for the woman’s space. She had helped make the bow after all. That being said the girl still had no desire to trust the woman as that would be a mistake tantamount to disaster. She had learned her lesson too well in that area.
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“Hey!” She finally called from outside. “Are you in there? I need some help with my bow. I…uh…broke it.” The words tasted bitter in her mouth. She didn’t even like thinking them but they were said now and there was no taking them back. Now she just had to wait and see if the woman was home. If not maybe she would just sneak inside and wait for her return.

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“Hey!”
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Calyn jolted up, the dogs already on their feet and sniffing the air for the scent of the intruder. Who was on her farm?
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“Are you in there? I need some help with my bow. I…uh…broke it.”
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The voice was familiar but her head hurt and a daze hung over her thoughts, she couldn't figure it out. It couldn't be Lily's... then who else? Someone new to bother her? Divines she hoped not. No one was allowed to see her like this, weak and pitiful. It was too damn depressing.
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Hirina looked from Calyn to the door and the woman stood up, her bow in hand. Bow... she broke her bow... the kid. "Hirina, low" Calyn commanded quietly and made her way to the barn door. Calyn heaved the door open enough to let a person through. It was the kid she saw standing outside, the shattered bow in her hands.
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"Come on in," Calyn said to the girl, and moved to the side so she could close the door again when the kid came in. It wasn't a big surprise that the bow broke. It was a little toy bow after all, not much use would have been left in it anyways. The thing was trash now, and judging by the damage she saw it didn't look like the bow snapped from use. There weren't enough scrapes on the girls face to prove that theory anyways. How did it break?
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<br>Date: Winter 8, 10
<br>Time: 10:00 am
<br>Mood: Cautious, Aware, Embarrassed
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<br><br>The girl waited patiently enough for someone who had patience in rare supply. She wasn’t too worried about whether the woman would answer the door or not because she could see that it wouldn’t be too difficult to get up to the barn’s windows and slip inside. For now though she could wait and as it turned out she was soon rewarded by the sounds of motion inside. After that the door was opening and there was the hunter woman inviting her inside.
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The girl slipped in without a look at the woman. Her eyes were too busy searching every corner and every shadow so that she would know her surroundings. Her eyes immediately fell on the two dogs and slow smile formed on her face. It was the first time she had smiled around other people in a long, long time but she had always liked dogs and they had always liked her so it was understandable. She had a certain respect for them, their tracking skills, the hunt, the pack and their kinship for mankind and she guessed they could sense that in a way. Who knows, it might have been that unseen bond she had always had with them that had saved her life.
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“Nice dogs.” She said with an enthusiasm that was reserved for learning some new skill she found useful and now apparently for meeting new dogs. She had business to attend to however and like them though she may her business needed to be taken care of first. The girl turned back to the hunter woman with the smile slowly dying on her face. Her face returned to its normal stoic expression and it was clear that the girl had turned her mind to the task at hand.
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Taking the two halves of bow she was holding she tossed them the short distance over to the woman and said simply “I broke it while I was hunting.” She didn’t say more, didn’t think that she needed to. A hunter as experienced as this woman shouldn’t need much explanation when the bite marks of large canine teeth stood out clearly where the wood had splintered. If she did then the girl had come to the wrong place. “It’s beyond repair and I’m going to need a new one.”

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Calyn Bren quickly closed the barn door, thankful the girl didn't ask to many questions or made a big deal out of anything. Why would she? Who knew, but for now the outside was out of sight and out of mind. Eight Divines did Winter ever end? Calyn turned to the girl and instantly noticed the smile on the girl's face.
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"Yeah, they're good dogs," Calyn said. "Good guard dogs," And Hirina was an excellent hunter. She had the instincts for it and the power and endurance to quickly and efficiently kill. Sargoff, the big softie, instantly took to the girl and wagged his hairy tail in response to her smile but Hirina was ever wary of this new person and watched the girl carefully. In the back corner the sheep baa'ed and shuffled about, and good ol' Emilah couldn't care less about the new occupant.
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The bow was thrown to the ground and now that Calyn got a good look at the damage she knew what happened. Bite marks, from a big dog by the looks of it, and the marks was awfully similar to Hirina's bite. Either way, the bow was a lost cause. "Yeah, hmm... we used ash last time... so something stronger. We can make the next one out of birch." Hickory, the next level of wood strength, was too strong for a simple bow.
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To make a hickory bow has been a secret dream of hers. Dean, her marksmanship master made the most stunning hickory bows. Their strength, appearance, performance; Dean was a master bow crafter. The bow she had right now, her recurve, was one of his hickory bows and it has served her faithfully over the years. No bow could compare to that one though... She shook her head.
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"You bring me some birch wood and I'll make a new bow for you. You know the amount and shape needed" Back in the fall when Calyn made the first bow for the girl, Calyn told her where the best bow wood came from and what the raw materials need to look like in order to make the bow. What if she tried to make a recurve? Recurves were the strongest, and had the greatest draw weight, and with a stronger wood the bow's draw weight would be more than the girl weighed.
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"When I make the bow I'll teach you how to take care of it in the cold weather, and how to protect it from damage" A fur sheath wouldn't be a bad idea either. Calyn still had some left-over rabbit skins laying about somewhere in the barn.
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<br>Date: Winter 8, 10
<br>Time: 10:00 am
<br>Mood: Cautious, Aware, Curious
<br>TAG: Clayn Bren
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<br><br>The girl crouched down so that she could be at level with Sargoff and began to pet the friendly dog in an affectionate way. There were not many things that the girl could act that way towards anymore but as soon as the she saw Sargoff coming towards her she just couldn’t resist. She could tell that the other dog, the one that remained a short distance away watching them, was the hunter of the two. She had the watchful eyes and the strong build and was by nature the one that the girl took the most interest in. Still, she could admire the dog from a distance if she had too.
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“What are their names?” She said as she gave Sargoff all the attention the friendly dog could take. It took her back to a kinder, more innocent time in her childhood. It was not a time that she chose to focus on often anymore. She had seen things since then and too much had happened. That child she was no longer existed and what little remained of her was only seen on very rare occasions. Even then the girl kept most of them locked deep down in the dark place of her mind where she didn’t have to think about them overly much.
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Turning her attention back to the hunter woman the girl listened intently to what was said as she continued to pet Sargoff. ’So she’s going to help me make a stronger bow.’ That was good as the girl had felt that she had outgrown the simple thing that had been their first creation even before it broke. Now that she saw the option of a better bow out there she had to admit that she was kind of glad the bow had broken and she had decided to stop by.
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“Of course I remember.” She said a little defensively when asked. To think that she would have forgotten something so important was almost an insult to her. She would have thought that the woman would have known that about her by now but apparently not. “I’ll start looking for the wood immediately.” Making a note of the type of wood they would need the girl checked her mental map of the island and found that she thought she knew just the place to find some birch wood. If she was lucky she would be able to gather enough wood by the end of the day, if not, then certainly by the next morning.
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Looking back down at the dog the girl sighed. The bow wasn’t all she was here for and she knew it. It had been a decision that she had struggled with since that night in the forest and even now she wasn’t sure she wanted to share her experience. She had come here for a reason though and the hunter woman was probably the only one on the island who would know and the only one that the girl could trust, yes trust, with the knowledge she had. “There’s something else…” She said hesitantly as she watched the dog she was petting. “…have you seen any wolves on the island?”

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Calyn Bren picked up the bow and examined it, really paying attention to the teeth marks. Somewhere, someplace, she's seen marks just like it before. It had to have been a long time ago, possible in one of memories or times she refused to return to. Not all of them were bad, like her years in the forest, but the loneliness at their remembrance kept her from dwelling on it.
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Meanwhile, Sargoff had trotted right up to the girl and nuzzled and licked her hand. The girl smelled of the hunt, like Hirina did but he could tell there was a sweetness to her, after all, he was a pretty smart dog. All the attention she gave him was lapped up and he even rolled over onto his back to let her rub his belly. Hinira, sensing no tension from Calyn and no hostility from the girl sat down, her ears flickering forward and back as she observed every little detail.
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"Huh?" Calyn Bren looked at the girl, "Oh, well, that friendly guy is Sargoff, and the other one is Hirina." No one could say she was a great namer but hey, the dog's names weren't that bad and at any rate they didn't mind and she kinda liked them.
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The girl's defensiveness caught Calyn Bren off guard. Did she say something wrong? Calyn knew the girl wouldn't forget, the girl was too... devoted to whatever she did to simply forget anything she learned. Well, the girl will get over it, and Calyn might have to be more careful how she said things in the future. Not that she cared if she upset the girl or not, it's just, don't cause problems right?
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Something else? Calyn tossed the bow aside and watched the girl. What had her so hesi-Wolves? Where there wolves on the island? It was an island wasn't it? I'd be hard for wolves to get here or stay for long. One wolf could do it, but a whole pack would be impossible; no big game to keep them sustained. A pack would be way too easy to notice as well.
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"There's no pack of them, I can tell you that. There might be one." Calyn shrugged. "I've seen dog tracks around the forest and mountain, one of them could have been a wolf. I don't know how it got here but I guess it's possible." A wolf would be competition, but she had respect for the hunter that stayed hidden for so long.
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<br>Date: Winter 8, 10
<br>Time: 10:00 am
<br>Mood: Cautious, Aware, Curious
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<br><br>“Sargoff huh?” The girl repeated as she rubbed the dog’s belly. “…and Hirna. Good names. I like them.” She continued genuinely enough. The girl had never been overly imaginative even before her old self had been left behind with the corpses of her family. Now, she continued to look at the world in a pragmatic way and didn’t seem too concerned with the fact that the dogs’ names weren’t very cute. Cute things were stupid anyways. As long as the hunter woman knew what to call them and the dogs understood then it made no difference.
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Turning her attention back to the woman as she spoke the girl listened to what she had to say about her question. To be honest the girl wasn’t expecting much and received little new information. Wolves on the island would be practically unheard of. This wasn’t a place for them and for that matter how would one get here? There were too many questions and not enough answers for her liking. Still, she had seen it. Like a ghost out of the night it was there. There were no tracks of course. What little tracks the wolf had made were covered by the snow but if the hunter woman needed proof it was in the broken bow wasn’t it?
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“It’s not a pack of them…” She finally said after some consideration. Wolves like that didn’t have a pack, something that she was very aware of herself. The wolf she had seen had been alone and when a wolf hunted alone it is because there was no pack. Wherever this wolf came from, however long it had been here two things were for certain. This wolf was the only one here and the girl would find it. After that maybe she would be able to figure out how exactly it got here.
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“There’s only one, a white one and I know because I’ve seen it. The bow, as you can clearly see, is its handiwork.” This came out as more of an accusation than anything else as if she was under the impression that if she put enough force behind what she was saying then the hunter woman would have to believe her. The girl knew how it sounded, she knew how crazy it seemed but she had seen that wolf and there had been something familiar about it. Now the only way to find out if her suspicions were true was to find that silver specter that came of the darkness.

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Hirina's ears flickered forward at the mention of her name. To the huntress' eyes the girl was small, but a possible threat. Alpha was calm around the girl and had shown familiarity, so the girl acceptable, but not pack. Still, Hirina stayed where she was, eyes attentive. Did Sargoff sense the threat the girl held? Possibly, but he didn't show it. He simply knew that in the current moment, the girl was not a threat, but a visitor and he acted likewise.
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Not a Pack, but one lone, white wolf. Calyn Bren watched the girl, taking in the information presented to her. The hunter didn't like that a wolf could have stayed invisible to her. It unnerved her and past thoughts of losing her skill resurfaced. What if she was losing her touch? That the forest, once her home, was now foreign land? What other things had she missed? What things did she see, but could not see them for what they really were? What if the next time she goes into the woods, it'll be her last?
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"No doubt about it," Calyn Bren responded to the girl's accusation of the wolf. What else on the island that could have done it? A dog maybe, but she hasn't seen any rabid or mean ones. Then again, she didn't know about the wolf either. Maybe she has seen it, or its tracks or marks of its presence but at the time she passed it off as something else. No more of that, she decided. Nothing else was going to go on without her knowing about it.
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<br>Date: Winter 8, 10
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<br><br>The girl gave a satisfied nod as the woman agreed with her. Everything that had happened that night had seemed so ethereal that it was almost like a dream. The girl wasn’t naïve enough to believe that it actually had been of course, the proof was right there in the bow if she had any doubts, but it was nice to have the hunter woman of all people believe her. Wolves were dangerous, especially hungry ones and that meant that when the girl went forward with her plan she would be treading on dangerous ground. The hunter woman at least could respect that.
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“Good. I need this new bow fast. I’m going to go after that wolf.” That wasn’t all that there was to the situation of course. If her suspicions were correct she might not even need the bow. She had her reasons for wanting to find a lone white wolf that had an opportunity to rip out her throat and could have easily done so. Killing it as a trophy was not one of them. The hunter woman didn’t have to know that but still, that didn’t mean she was going to be stupid about this and go in unprepared.
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As the girl continued to gently rub Sargoff’s belly she glanced over at Hirina, the hunter, again. This wasn’t going to be easy. She had spent the morning of the next day searching for some kind of sign of the wolf’s presence but even then she hadn’t really expected to find anything. The snow of the previous evening had covered any sign of tracks. Now she was pretty much starting with nothing. What she wouldn’t give for a good hunting dog like Hirina.
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Even as she thought of it the girl had to push it from her mind though. This was her fight and she had to do it alone because that’s what she was now…alone. “How long do you think it would take if I got you all the supplies you needed by tomorrow morning?” It would be hard for sure but this was not something that she couldn’t afford to wait on. “I can at least help some this time. I still remember everything I learned from last time and it will give me some good experience.”

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I'm going after that wolf
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Calyn Bren looked at the girl. After the wolf... The woman looked back at the ruined bow. No wonder the girl wanted a new bow, and she'll definitely need a stronger one. It was not Calyn's place to judge when and where a bow is used and for what purpose. If the girl wanted to seek or hunt the wolf then it was the kid's business, to which she had no part.
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Maybe Calyn could try to make a recurve. It'll take longer, and if the girl is demanding a bow fast then she might not have the patience or time. So it'll have to be a simple long bow. A little cumbersome for a hunt, but it'll be shorted to suit the girl's size and strength. At the very lest Calyn could try and make a half-descent bow for the girl, one that is more reliable than the last. Nothing's worse then a bow breaking at a critical moment. A lesson she learned the hard way.
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Sargoff rolled over onto his stomach and let out a canine yawn. The boy licked the girl again on the face before trotting over to his sheep. Hirina watched Sargoff go for a moment before returning her gaze to the girl.
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"Two days I guess, four at the most." Calyn answered the girl. Yeah, that was the fastest she could work if she was going to make a good bow. "And yeah, your help would speed things up." This bow will be different from the one last time but the process is still relatively the same.
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<br><br>The girl remained quiet as the hunter woman thought. She had said what needed to be said and words weren’t necessary past this point. To say any more would be to give the hunter woman more information than she needed which she may have done already. In fact the hunter woman may already have been planning to go after the wolf herself. She didn’t think it would come to that with everything that she had learned about this person but it was always a possibility.
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Watching as her new canine friend rolled over and give his yawn that brief, soft smile crossed her face one last time before vanishing without any trace it was ever there as Sargoff walked off. She stared back at Hirina for a moment and then turned her attention on the hunter woman again, watching her, trying to determine what exactly she was thinking. Would she help again even though there was nothing in it for her? The girl thought no. There was no way she could get lucky this many times in a row.
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As it turned out her faith in humanity would again be rocked as the woman agreed once more to offer her assistance. This time the girl did not let her surprise register on her face however. She had grown accustomed to this woman sticking her neck out to a no name girl like herself. She didn’t know why but she guessed she really had grown to trust this strange woman in a way or else she wouldn’t have even come here for help.
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“Two days.” The girl repeated with a nod not even bothering with the longer time frame. She would have that bow and as soon as possible even if it meant staying up all night gathering wood. “I’ll have the wood by tonight. If you’re asleep I’ll leave it by the door and camp close by until morning then we can start the sooner the better. I’ll pick up on the details as we go along everything else I can handle without any trouble. Anything else we need. I don’t want to have to stop once we begin.”

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"All we need is the wood," Calyn Bren answered. She still had the tools she used before, all of them hung on the wall with the rest of her farming tools. She really wants this bow, Calyn Bren thought, the feeling that this bow was going to get done faster than expected lingered in her stomach. A good bow shouldn't be rushed and she had the feeling she'd be telling the girl to take it easy a lot.
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Crafting a good bow is an art. Not a hobby like making a little toy bow. Bow crafting was a careful process, one mistake and the whole bow is ruined. "Bring extra wood if you can find it," Calyn added. It would save time if they didn't need to go and get more wood after every messed up bow. Calyn Bren was still new to bow crafting, and most of the big mistakes would be on her shoulders.
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"If you want to start gathering now, you can. I'll get things ready on my end." They'll need a place to work. Calyn Bren will have to clear some space in the barn for a little make-shift work table of sorts. Then she needed to sharpen the tools and check that they're working correctly. By the time the girl would get back, she should have everything ready to go.
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<br>Date: Winter 8, 10
<br>Time: 10:00 am
<br>Mood: Cautious, Aware
<br>TAG: Clayn Bren
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<br><br>The girl nodded at the confirmation that all they would need was wood. She could do that. She was still fairly new at this and adding more steps would only slow her down. At least this way she could grab however much she needed and have it back in time to start work when the woman was ready. Checking her mental map of the island again she confirmed the path she would take and turned to go. The sooner she left and got to work the sooner she would be back and the sooner she was back the sooner she would have her bow.
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The hunter’s words stopped her before she took more than a few steps however. “I’ll bring as much as I can...” She thought about firing this back at the woman but didn’t. For once her anger didn’t rise to the top because this time she didn’t think the woman was trying to insult her intelligence. ’She’s almost as new at this as me.’The thought brought an odd sense of calm to the girl’s normal argumentative nature. “…We’ll have enough.”
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Something strange happened to the girl at that moment as the silence fell between them. She had thanked the hunter woman before for help that she had provided but that was more just out of habit than actual appreciation. This time, as she looked back at the woman and her dogs the girl came to a conclusion. The woman didn’t share the girl’s whole hearted dedication to what she was doing but perhaps they weren’t so different after all. And maybe the woman had shared her dedication at one time but the girl thought something must have happened to make her lose her will to fight.
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“I’ll be back soon.” She said with that tone of rock solid assurance that said nothing would get in her way. It was a tone that was reassuring but at the same time a little frightening. Having that kind of dedication to whatever she was doing was a good thing but there was another word that was very similar to dedication, obsession, and sometimes the girl walked the line between the two. “…and thanks again for the help…I appreciate it.” With that said the girl with no name turned and marched from the barn without another look back. She would return but not until she had enough wood to do the job right.

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