Ideas, aspirations, ambitions and purpose stoked the fire, ignited the motivation, behind the nymph’s wandering. There was no sign, no hint, no reveling of nomadic, Romani wayfaring intertwined with the dawn, and the only reveries and fantasies she conjured along the slinking, gilded horizon were dreams of flora and fauna, enriched beyond the borders of frost and rime, sliding into the well wishes of her assuaging form. She wouldn’t allow herself to be cloistered by the vivid wastelands, choking, smothered and strangled by terror, or be elevated to some horrified maiden as the darkness grew, swarming and dividing – in fact, it merely implored her sentiments into greater plumes, feathers and wings, encouraged, enamored, cajoled. Knowledge unfurled in the depths of other worlds, in the fathoms of wild sovereigns, untouched, untamed by their claiming, ruling hands, wisdom, muses and sages, hoary, archaic stories and tales harpooned by the virile merchants of greenery and spells. Life swelled beyond the satanic, savage, nefarious quandaries bursting across opposing lands, and the entangled notions of leaving them undiscovered, unnoticed, when the earth could be corroding, losing its own feral grip on existence, perturbed, disturbed her, dampened the reaches of her spine and emboldened her sights. What if avenues, corridors, hallways and parlors collapsed, left them with naught but the inhospitable regime of something unearthly, unattainable, mysterious and deplorable? What if they were left without their enchantments, their runes, their magic again, cast aside and darkened? How could she heal without the gentle hum of her lyrics, the stroking chords of a placating aria, the sanguine serenades of a winter’s morning or autumn’s nocturnal veil? All of the labyrinths and abysses pushing, pulling, grasping hold of them were perplexing, riveting, and beguiling all at once, combined to sever, to unite, to unwind until each puzzle led to another; she refused to be the damsel shrieking for another to solve the zealous, overwhelming conundrums, to be the maiden screeching for serenity, for assistance, when the lands unfolded in front of her eyes and led down roads and paths of laurels.

Her strides drifted from the frenetic to the tranquil, leaving the Basin caused a spike of nerves, and then the formidable, undaunted whims sparked against her columns again, and fairy and ktisune were brought back to the heavenly pursuit of medicines, herbs, seeking to gather logic, sagacity, and lore. The fields, like sweet ambrosia, like Elysium prospered at their feet, offered the honeyed, sugared elements of her goals, nurturing, tending the flames, embers and coals of her resolve. Imogen, bolstered and heightened by her companion’s vigor, energy, and excitement, began her own quest, keeping close to the sienna nymph, crawling along the rocky pathways, exploring the vast realm and all of its hidden treasures. The only questions left to Lena’s mind were the various rinds and reels of imminent desires: what could they find here? What would be the most helpful to her realm? What could mend? What could soothe? What could assuage in the greatest time of need, when her songs failed and the harpsichord strings failed to emit their wondrous tune? And even deeper, into the trenches of warfare or avoidance – what brought poison, searing pain, scorching animosity, to not be shared or passed between her brethren and kin? A welcoming melody floated from her mouth, tipped and pervaded towards those following her footsteps, inviting, extending, the notion of investigation to their ears, to their limbs, to their minds.

[Herb gathering/information thread! For @[Nao], @[Carnesîr], @[Tangere], @[Zikar-Sin], and @[Frost Fyre]. Post order is a lie and I’ll post something up again in a week. :DD]