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- Briars rowan, 15", with centaur (aspens) tail hair and my werewolf fur
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It was the holidays and unlike most of her friends Briar Rowan a gryffindor student at HNZ had decided to spend the holidays camping out somewhere. there were several reasons why she had made this decision. the main one was that over the last two weeks of term the castle had become a depressing lace for her as she had been told that her adopted farther, Professor Jackson Margera, had been killed. she had then ventured into the forest with her sister and discovered that not only was he killed, he had been killed by centaurs. this had hit her doubly hard as she herself had been brought up by a family of centaurs, so not only had she lost her stepfather she had also lost her trust in her adopted family. she also knew that she couldn't return to Australia with the rest of her adopted family as she saw that because it was a centaur attack she was part to blame, every time she had looked in the mirror she had seen it haunting her eyes and she knew it would gradually kill her if she saw it in her sisters or any of the other margeras eyes.
she had spent the first day of the holidays n brightstone village collecting supplies for the trip, she would be able to collect most of the things she needed in the mountains but there was a few things that she needed. as soon as the sun set she mounted her broom and headed for the South Island. she had decided to fly at night so that she wouldn't be seen by any muggles, she didn't want to get into trouble from the ministry.
after a month in the mountains fending for herself, hunting and gathering she had finally cleared her head, and had come to terms with what had happened. she was enjoying the challenge that the life in the mountains had given her was enjoyable, a lot different form the forest of her home. this particular night she had set up camp in the shelter of a couple of rocks not too far away from the bottom of a cliff, but far enough away to be safe from rock falls. in front of her was a fire burning with a rabbit stew on bubbling on the top. briar gave it a stir before sitting down and looking out over the landscape. in the distance she could see a few muggle dwellings but up where she was as far from civilisation as she needed to be, although she was stating to miss human interaction a little, having lived at the school for the last five years she had gotten used to there bring other people around, even if t was just the professors ghosts and portraits there was still a feeling of them being nearby that up here was just rugged rocks and heather. at least the weather had not been too bad, it had been cold and she was thankful that she still had her thick furs from home but the rain had been good to her, holding off for most of the time she was out, and when it had come it had been in pleasant showers not damp mist and fog.
It was the holidays and unlike most of her friends Briar Rowan a gryffindor student at HNZ had decided to spend the holidays camping out somewhere. there were several reasons why she had made this decision. the main one was that over the last two weeks of term the castle had become a depressing lace for her as she had been told that her adopted farther, Professor Jackson Margera, had been killed. she had then ventured into the forest with her sister and discovered that not only was he killed, he had been killed by centaurs. this had hit her doubly hard as she herself had been brought up by a family of centaurs, so not only had she lost her stepfather she had also lost her trust in her adopted family. she also knew that she couldn't return to Australia with the rest of her adopted family as she saw that because it was a centaur attack she was part to blame, every time she had looked in the mirror she had seen it haunting her eyes and she knew it would gradually kill her if she saw it in her sisters or any of the other margeras eyes.
she had spent the first day of the holidays n brightstone village collecting supplies for the trip, she would be able to collect most of the things she needed in the mountains but there was a few things that she needed. as soon as the sun set she mounted her broom and headed for the South Island. she had decided to fly at night so that she wouldn't be seen by any muggles, she didn't want to get into trouble from the ministry.
after a month in the mountains fending for herself, hunting and gathering she had finally cleared her head, and had come to terms with what had happened. she was enjoying the challenge that the life in the mountains had given her was enjoyable, a lot different form the forest of her home. this particular night she had set up camp in the shelter of a couple of rocks not too far away from the bottom of a cliff, but far enough away to be safe from rock falls. in front of her was a fire burning with a rabbit stew on bubbling on the top. briar gave it a stir before sitting down and looking out over the landscape. in the distance she could see a few muggle dwellings but up where she was as far from civilisation as she needed to be, although she was stating to miss human interaction a little, having lived at the school for the last five years she had gotten used to there bring other people around, even if t was just the professors ghosts and portraits there was still a feeling of them being nearby that up here was just rugged rocks and heather. at least the weather had not been too bad, it had been cold and she was thankful that she still had her thick furs from home but the rain had been good to her, holding off for most of the time she was out, and when it had come it had been in pleasant showers not damp mist and fog.