[ Susato is calm, at least for the first hour or two. She's not exactly keeping track of the time, but the longer she waits, the more antsy and impatient she feels, and pretty soon, she can't think about anything else. She pulls out her journal for the umpteenth time, turning to the exact same page, still void of a response.
Irritation starts to build, stroking the flame within her until she is warm to the touch with an angry fever. Don't leave home, he says. Ha. Ha! Just what the heck else is she supposed to do then? A late dinner is just out of the question--she has no appetite to speak of. She can't sleep. Clean? Clean where? All she could think to do is pace around like an absolute madwoman, thinking about how this is somehow worse than last month, when she had been waiting for them to come home with Jack.
Them came the scratching at the door. Then barking. A sudden chill ran down her spine, feeling like someone had dumped a cold bucket of ice water on her, and if that isn't enough, a howl follows, sending her jumping right out of her skin. She briefly glances towards the kitchen and their dining area, from where her father had likely heard it all, but decides not to wait, just this once.
Her feet carry her to the door faster than her brain could think. ]
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Irritation starts to build, stroking the flame within her until she is warm to the touch with an angry fever. Don't leave home, he says. Ha. Ha! Just what the heck else is she supposed to do then? A late dinner is just out of the question--she has no appetite to speak of. She can't sleep. Clean? Clean where? All she could think to do is pace around like an absolute madwoman, thinking about how this is somehow worse than last month, when she had been waiting for them to come home with Jack.
Them came the scratching at the door. Then barking. A sudden chill ran down her spine, feeling like someone had dumped a cold bucket of ice water on her, and if that isn't enough, a howl follows, sending her jumping right out of her skin. She briefly glances towards the kitchen and their dining area, from where her father had likely heard it all, but decides not to wait, just this once.
Her feet carry her to the door faster than her brain could think. ]