my lucky #3

She cares little in the moment about Belial’s thoughts over her taking that ningo. After all, there were plenty to choose from and the peryton didn’t have to worry about turning into a statue the longer he stayed out here. So, content to collect her kill – the warmth is evident in how it warms her hands and keeps them limber enough despite the gloves, and she steps through the door with ease and a swift grace that has her ensuring she doesn’t spill any blood on the interior of the home. The hearth begins to warm her immediately and she lingers for a second as they step through the cold once more with a violent shiver, until they’re in the workshop. Not as warm as the house, but still roaring and beautiful and she sighs with relief as the cold is kept out, setting the ningo on the worktable. “This is so cozy.” She comments, flashing him a grin over her shoulder as she tucks down the scarf and takes the gloves off, prepping by pulling all of the feathers and placing them in a cloth bag, and utilizes the knife nearby the butcher the ningo into pieces of meat, cleaned up and collected in its own separate section. “How should we prep the ice pack, do you think?” She asks, considering wrapping up the meat in another little bag to be placed on the one packed with ice and snow for transporting. The feathers themselves go into her jacket pocket, fully prepared and ready to be placed aside the rest of her things for her quest the second she got home. k i a d a