Silk holed up in her makeshift shelter just outside the boundries of Crystal Creek. Spending her days making busy with cook prep and reading she patiently waited till the next trade meet. There had been a few visits with her dear Lulu over the break, but she wanted to give the girl space, she needed it to heal from her ordeal.
She toiled endlessly, it seems, creating mindless busywork for herself. With no one to talk to and no one to fight, or extort she was bored beyond reason. She had set herself up a miniature bathhouse, since she couldn't go anywhere without a fine bath. Perfumed, dressed in her sequins and glitter, she considered herself the cream of the crop.
The trade was coming soon, and she had a dark cloud hanging over her head. Her family needed mending, but sometimes broken things needed the bad bits cut off before they could heal, as a doctor, she had seen this frequently amongst her patients. Her family had become soiled with traitorous tendencies, and needed a return to proper values. She would help them learn, and teach others. Whatever it took.
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