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She had left Nato behind, swerving off the worn path. She followed the gentle hum of magic, straight to a towering tree, one that was far larger than her. It had given her something special, something delicate that she would hold forever and always. Having taken moss, twigs and leaves, she attempted to weave the little egg a basket. It looked sloppily made, but it would have to do for the little creature. She had attempted to craft a makeshift handle to use for the little creature, but it broke halfway back to the Edge. She had then taken a large sheet of moss and bundled the egg into it like a sack. With moss between her teeth she walks towards the Edge, the egg safely in the moss bundle.
A gentle grunt resonates from the glass girl as she approaches a land shrouded in mists. The scent of pine and burning wood was strong, but the girl could not smell it. Her glass nostrils flared yet no air or scents flowed through, all because there was no where for it to go. A stern look crosses the girl's face, her brows closer together. In the midst of day one would barely see her, for she is nearly invisible against the sun's radiant rays. However, at this time in the night, when Mother Moon is fullest, she is visible. Her glass body shimmers in the pale moonlight, reflecting the moon's radiance. Her eyes dart towards the shimmering before her, stained orbs tracing the outline of something glass like. Her eye's widen as she strides ever closer to the structure, curled lobes perked.
She gentle sets down the egg so she can raise her head to stare face to face with this massive structure. Turning her head to the right, all she sees is glass expanding farther beyond the eye can see. She turns to the left, and the same goes. How would one get it? She wonders, taking a hesitant step away from her egg. Her eyes are being tricked, the near invisible glass similar to that which she is crafted from, but at the same time it is not of the same material. Her body was made from tears of sorrow and mourning herd mates while this wall must be of actual glass. Her lips open gently, her voice echoing against the side of the structure. "Hello? N-Nato?" Her voice is soft and gentle, lost in the mists shrouding this land. She assumed this was the World's Edge, only because it fit the misty description Nato had given her in the Threshold.
"She talk talk talks."
[open for the Edge, someone to accept her into the herd would be magnificent :D]
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[O] she's a ghost, unseen by the eyes of men.
