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(Start of RP: Astrid and Jamie)

The quiet sound of leaves being crunched underfoot soon started to form from under the natural calls of birds, “Heeeei kitkitkit, Haaardaaa! Tct tct tct!”

A gnarled wooden cane clicks one of the stones of the abandoned huts as an older women dressed in a very old fashioned outfit, which was in disrepair, her body hunched as she followed the fluffy tail of a ginger longhaired cat as it walked right for Jamie, “Thor, finding Harda, yah? I—oh!” The short, slender old women scratches at her cap as she squints her eyes at the new arrival, smiling softly, “Hi hi, hav’ you seen my katt?”

Thor, the ginger cat, rubbed against Jamies leg, purring loudly as Astrid walked over, shaking her head with a cheerful smile on her face, "noo noo, that Thor, chi-eld, I am loo-kin foor Harda. Calico, yah?"

She cocks her head at Jamie, her body hunched at only 4'10" (likely would be only 5'3" if she wasnt so bent over), her eyes bright and glimmering wetly, though greyed over with cataracts. She then frowns, "Aa, po-oor darlin', you are ool wet. Sooch nice cloothing, but eet shood be dry. You get seek, yah?" She took the woolen shall from off of her shoulders, placing it around the young boy's shoulders, tieing it with tender, shaking fingers, "Yoo remind me oov Thor, my broother, froom back when we were leetle."

She leans heavily on her cane, smiling, and she turns as a Short haired Calico cat wailed from the roof of the cottage, and hopped down, walking over to the pair in order to chew on a rat she had Caught, "ooh! There you are Harda. Come on keety poosin. Come child, I get you warm and dry -- the woods not safe, yah."

Scooping up the cat as she finished her meal, Astrid held her over her shoulder, smiling softly as she brushed her cheek on the warm fur of the cat, "Come come, I get you dry un fed." She leaned heavily on her cane during her first step, then worked her way back the way she came, "Come Thor, we-er goin home now."

Thor makes a mrowling sound and turned quickly, trotting to be infront of the old women, staying in front of her with his tail lifted, the white marking on the underside of his large, poofy tail clear. The old women soon followed the cat, which was sure of where it was going, "Gud gud Thor, get us home safe, yah." She calls over her shoulder, smiling sweetly, "Thor weel leading us home, then we kin go to town."

(sorry for the wait -- I had to get some info on our actual location so I could write my post properly)

The walk down the path leading away from the cottage was a slow one, with the old women poking at items in her way with her cane. It was obvious by this point her eyesite truly left a lot to be desired, and that Thor, the long haired cat of an undeterminable origin, was acting like a seeing eye dog for the old women, its long, poofy tail raised much like a skunks, allowing her to see where to go easier then she normally would.

Soon the path, which was little more then a game trail, opened up onto the main road.. Which was still a dirt trail with gouges in the ground from years of wagon wheels digging their way through the dirt.. The women paused at the road, then turned to the right, heading north, "My home ees between here and town, yah, not too far froom here."

After ten minutes of shuffling up the old dirt road, Thor turned down another gametrail, Astrid shuffling behind him, "Heere we are, eets cooming up."

Soon the woods opened up to an area that was cleared out, the weeds overgrown in areas, but trimmed low in others, goats, cats, and chickens milling around the area. A large metal snake billowing smoke seemed to rise out of a grassy hill. The old women grins brightly as they pass the weeds and the stone wall of the sod hut (aka -- the hill) came into view, "eet not much, boot its home."

(omg sorry DDD8 After finishing my Psychology paper my breedable shop started and I got totally distracted. @_@ Ok, I think I'm getting back into the swing of things now)

Astrid pauses in her stride, leaning heavily on her cane, "Gloucestershire? I nut hearing of any Gloucestershire. Eet not being near Loghedge.. Nor near Emberbite, were my Far* an my Mor** coming from, Ja?... Eet near Caeivory? No, no... Not anywhere een this Kingdom I knowing of."

The older women smiles softly at him, patting her frail hand on his shoulder, "Come, come, I having lapskaus and cheese. Eet being good Formiddagsmat***."

At the word "Middag", about twenty young cats soon gathered around them, mewling, and Astrid looks around, her eyes wrinkles tightening as she squints to make out all the younger cats, clucking with her tongue, "Yah yah, you getting your middag too, keety Poosins. Lets leading him inside.."

With a smile she shuffles towards the door, pulling aside the aged bearskins and releasing the rich scent of meat and potatos cooking inside.

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*Far - Father
** Mor - Mother
***Formiddagsmat - Lunch. Middag is Dinner

Astrid turned towards him, her cloudy eyes soft and looking confused, "Home, we are ho-? Ooooh, Gloucestershire! I'm soo-ry, but eef eet is even existing, eet would be several weeks walk, ya."

She wanders back towards him, putting her hands on his shoulders shakily. The old woman seemed so frail, her touch barely noticable, "You long way from home, and bandits would getting you in your fine clothing. We eat, then taking you to town. Thor tell me to caring for people like you, back when we woor young." She slides her hand down one of his shoulders, and takes his right hand, "Eet wont be long meal. I not eat since last night..."


(OOC: If you want to speed this up, you can say that they go in and eat and we can wander off to town after this. biggrin . Also, Sorry for the wait once again @___@ End of school writers block omg)

Astrid sets her half finished bowl of beef stew onto the floor for the young cats to munch on, and grabs her cane as she stands slowly, "tch tch tch tch tch! Here Thor, we gooin to town now."

The scruffy cat "Mrrowed" softly and lept up from his grooming, his long, fluffy tail lifting up like a flag as he trotted towards the ratty, stretched hide door, turning to watch the older women shuffle towards them, dancing and spinning at the door as he waited, "Good keety poosin. Come come, to Loghedge."

She unhooks one side of the old bearskin to shrug it aside as she walked into the sun and the overgrown garden, wandering down the path slowly, focused on the walk and not paying attention to whether Jamie was following her or not.

After thirty minutes of walking north down the wagon wheel rutted dirt road, they were at the edge of the forest, the City of Loghedge standing at all its glory on the other side of the river, the wall impressive though clearly medival.