wise decisions

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Dacianna Posts: 55

Absent Abyss atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.1hh :: 4 Y/O HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE

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06-17-2016, 04:40 AM (This post was last modified: 06-17-2016, 04:41 AM by Dacianna. Edit Reason: forgot tag )

Oh heart of steel, don't kill thy song

That sings so we, can heal the harm inside

A sigh passed through the lips of the scholar who had just returned to the Edge after pursuing Ovidius down to the Grove. Her legs were tired, it was hard to run under the effects of the Moons potion and she got exhausted much easier with the extra effort she needed to simply maintain her balance at a faster pace. It was a good job she wans’t a warrior, she would be little use in a fight, always falling over her feet— it made her feel vulnerable. She was about to settle against a comfortable looking tree when the rumbling call caught on her ears and her heart jumped to her throat when she realised it was Tembovu who was doing the calling.

“What have I done?” she mumbled to herself in apprehension, trying to think of what it might be and wondering if it was because she had yet to complete her mission. The Dragons Throat was all that was left, but the Moons quest was taking time and the scholar hesitated before travelling to see the King. What if he chucked her off the cliff? ”Don't be stupid” she silently berated herself as her mind immediately jumped to the worst conclusion it could think of. Perhaps he had found out about the thief. It might be something trivial, a question or a niggle, but Dacianna had never been called by Tembovu and she struggled to keep stress from lining her face as she travelled. By the time she reached the King, her mind had gone through an endless list of possibilities and she rather nervously dipped her head in greeting to the mammoth monarch, "always the cliffs, you must love them dearly" she laughed jokingly at him, alluding to the fact the last herd meeting had been there.

A wet breeze splashed against her roan face as the cliff’s elements played with her thick mane that tangled around her horns and got snagged in her bracelet. “Tembovu” she addressed the buckskin elephant before shooting a quick, playful smile towards his little grey friend “Mbwene”, the scholar still thought she was rather cute.

After that, the scholar turned back to the King with a curious look “how can I help you?” she asked as her feet shuffled.