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02-09-2015, 05:35 PM
Ever determined, ever stalwart, the lithe femme contorted and danced through the puzzles, mazes, and warrens of their given task: wondering where to go, who to see. Most of her Basin brethren seemed to have already gathered amongst the crowd, and she wouldn’t have to worry about advising too many more of them to go towards the vessel. So, she and Imogen led the way, occasionally tossing her head behind her, ensuring Roland was following her petal soft steps, slinking and sliding away from the Endless Blue (because she had no wish to dive back into horrific memories), venturing closer and closer down towards the Heavenly Fields. All along the way she paused towards the birds, the sky, the wildlife, pressing and pulsing her message in elegant song, in vigilant sonnets, hoping they’d listen and commit to the advice. “You must board a boat! It will save you from an incoming flood!” Then she’d start again, gesturing out into the open plain and looking across the horizon for more inhabitants who didn’t know, who had to obey, or be left amidst an incoming sea; angel in the clover and bulrushes. Save yourselves, she yearned to whisper, prevailing across the ocean of grass. [Task 1! @[Roland]] her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love LENA |
