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[OPEN] The Dreamwood

Essetia Posts: 218
Outcast atk: 5.0 | def: 8 | dam: 6.0
Mare :: Equine :: 16.3HH :: 7 HP: 64.0 | Buff: NOVICE
Romul :: Arctic Wolf :: Confusion Linds
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All around them were images of what once was. They had met an intelligent boy named Caneo the last time they’d visited the Rotunda… and they’d remembered him, thought of him, and then forgotten him in time. What had he been like? Could they even say anymore? Everything was certainly… uncertain. Ultimately all that remained was the snow-covered forest and the dormant trees that refused to pass with the cold. They stood so tall that even their crowns grew hazy in the greyed distance. Winter had blanketed all of Helovia in white and with no signs of reprieve in the near future, the Sleuth and her wolf wandered again to the cathedral in search of color and light.

Essetia had failed to visit the Rotunda when at last the sun perched high in the clouds of a summer sky, and again she found herself disappointed that she’s missed the glorious lights of the mosaic she and Caneo had taken refuge beneath. He’d told her of their beauty and she had doubted them not so long ago… but with age came wisdom –so she’d heard- and she’d hoped it would bring about a sense of calm when retracing her steps toward the dreary cathedral.

When at last it lingered tall before her, the Sleuth sighed. Romul had wandered, as per usual, and somehow that was well enough for his Queen. She’d wanted to revel in the sight of such a monumental statue most likely built by the Gods themselves. The stones were smooth but sundered from erosion and the vaulted ceiling appeared misshapen beneath a heavy hillock of ice and snow. The forest itself was quiet or perhaps just muted by the effects of winter and when Essetia hummed –the lightest of tunes-, it didn’t seem to carry any farther than just past the curve of her lips.

She missed the summer and she missed the heat and she missed her father and her mother, but most of all she missed the Edge. Her wandering had led her to a great many places and none of them seemed to calm her spirits as much as the World’s Edge itself. With a defeated scowl, the Sleuth moved toward the crude entrance of the cathedral with her eyes cast upward toward the glass that made up the domed ceiling. It was cut in red and blue and green, and the faintest traces of its coloring drifted toward the dusty, stone floor. Essetia studied them for a time before fixing her empty gaze out toward the barren wood.

She watched, hopeful, for any signs of life… or maybe even the mysterious Caneo himself. Yet, somehow she knew that she and Romul would have to forge their own memories of the Cathedral... Chance encounters were just as rare as any golden dragon.
Credits!

@[Rohan]

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The Dreamwood - by Essetia - 07-10-2015, 11:38 PM
RE: The Dreamwood - by Rohan - 07-13-2015, 08:33 PM
RE: The Dreamwood - by Essetia - 07-15-2015, 09:00 PM
RE: The Dreamwood - by Rohan - 07-22-2015, 06:41 AM

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