Cayenne grunts as she hoists a bag of grain up onto her shoulder, picking up another in the same manner and resting it on her other shoulder. She walks through a dusty barn, warm with summer heat, carrying the bags to their proper storage bin. They settle into place with heavy thumps, and Cayenne leans back, swiping her hand across her forehead. Damn, this heat… I should go annoy Clove. Oh, or that newbie! She mutters to herself thoughtfully.
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