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04-11-2016, 08:51 PM
Nymeria
- the raven casts the longest shadow -
There was a tangle of brush on every side of a something, and she had to get in.
Well, she didn't have to. But she wanted to. She had combed over every foreseeable inch of the Falls, discovered the last nooks and crannies; when she closed her eyes, everything—from the branches against the eggshell blue to the damp leaves pressed against wet soil—were as familiar to her as her own four hooves. Now the only thing that remained was this thick wall of bushes that were impressively impenetrable. Nym sat back, cocking a hind hoof; eyed it; and then, with a mournful sigh, began to circle the wall again. It was a dense and matted thing, nothing she fancied pushing her way through—but with another circle around the perimeter, she decided she didn't have a choice. Picking out a spot where the bushes seemed marginally thinner, she began to shove her way through.
The branches caught and snagged at her chest. With a grunt, a pin of her ears, and a final shove, she entered Isopia's clearing. The last secret of the Falls was now unraveled thanks to her.
The Rotunda-like structure and the bubbling hot tub took her by surprise. Her red eyes widened and her nostrils flared suspiciously as she surveyed the daubed exterior of the crude hut, the boiling water entrenched in the soil, and the stream babbling nearby. Not at all put off by this primitive echo of civilization, Lilómiel shook out his wings, tossed his head gleefully, and flounced into the air to soar above the bubbling hot tub. After a pause, Nymeria reached out the threads of her magic. Tentatively, gently, she prodded and traced the boiled water's source; but even for all her experience with the ways of water and the mechanics of heat, she could not determine whatever magic allowed it to be eternally bubbling. After another minute of this, she reluctantly withdraw her magic. It must be a hot spring of some sort, she decided.
The long shadows shifted as the sun dropped another inch lower on the horizon. Maybe we should leave. They didn't belong here, and surely this place did belong to someone... and yet she lingered despite the threat.
It was too serene to leave just yet.
Well, she didn't have to. But she wanted to. She had combed over every foreseeable inch of the Falls, discovered the last nooks and crannies; when she closed her eyes, everything—from the branches against the eggshell blue to the damp leaves pressed against wet soil—were as familiar to her as her own four hooves. Now the only thing that remained was this thick wall of bushes that were impressively impenetrable. Nym sat back, cocking a hind hoof; eyed it; and then, with a mournful sigh, began to circle the wall again. It was a dense and matted thing, nothing she fancied pushing her way through—but with another circle around the perimeter, she decided she didn't have a choice. Picking out a spot where the bushes seemed marginally thinner, she began to shove her way through.
The branches caught and snagged at her chest. With a grunt, a pin of her ears, and a final shove, she entered Isopia's clearing. The last secret of the Falls was now unraveled thanks to her.
The Rotunda-like structure and the bubbling hot tub took her by surprise. Her red eyes widened and her nostrils flared suspiciously as she surveyed the daubed exterior of the crude hut, the boiling water entrenched in the soil, and the stream babbling nearby. Not at all put off by this primitive echo of civilization, Lilómiel shook out his wings, tossed his head gleefully, and flounced into the air to soar above the bubbling hot tub. After a pause, Nymeria reached out the threads of her magic. Tentatively, gently, she prodded and traced the boiled water's source; but even for all her experience with the ways of water and the mechanics of heat, she could not determine whatever magic allowed it to be eternally bubbling. After another minute of this, she reluctantly withdraw her magic. It must be a hot spring of some sort, she decided.
The long shadows shifted as the sun dropped another inch lower on the horizon. Maybe we should leave. They didn't belong here, and surely this place did belong to someone... and yet she lingered despite the threat.
It was too serene to leave just yet.
table by neo ♥
Yes I lied, don't think about you all the time
All my switchblade words ain't aim to cut your sweet delusions
