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07-02-2016, 04:55 PM
It was dawn.
Gry lifted her head from her bed among the undergrowth. The sky was lightening to rose and fire from ink and velvet. It was time to move on. For a moment, she put her head back down, amber eyes closed against the morning. She inhaled the scents of rich earth. Already she dreaded in some small way the warmth of the sun would bring. Her travels seemed to bring her to ever-warmer places. Winter was a memory. She missed the kiss of snow now that spring's bounty had again covered her ribs and filled out her frame beneath the shaggy grey coat.
She wondered if it was worth getting up.
Then with a heavy sigh she gathered her stocky legs beneath her and stood. A hard shake scattered the worst of the leaf litter and dirt from her shaggy coat though it would not release all the grime of travel. How romantic long journeys were in stories. The bards who wrote them seemed to forget the little inconveniences like the dirt and the way that her throat seemed to constrict from the lack of conversation, as though her voice was withering and dying.
A few quick steps brought her out of the protective embrace of undergrowth where she had slept and onto a broader avenue between trees. Here she stretched her wings, luxuriating in the feeling of stiff muscles loosening and the slight breeze lifting her feathers. When she had left her home, she had not had the strength to fly. In the months since winter broke and with it the famine, she had regained not only weight but strength. Yesterday she had soared most of the day and today she could still feel the lingering soreness in her muscles, still not as primed as they once were. Too, she was not as young as she once was. She did not recover with the elasticity of youth.
With a last, good shake of her wings, she folded them close. Already she could feel the sun's creeping heat as it climbed higher into the sky. She picked up an easy walk- in truth, she had no destination. So, why should she hurry?
On the other hand, perhaps she should choose a direction, even if she had no destination. Resolutely the grey mare turned her path north, where she could see the peaks of grey stone mountains beyond the forest.
It would be good to see snow again.
OOC:// Preference for Basin but I know she's not a uni XD She's friendly though so throw any ol' person in.
Gry lifted her head from her bed among the undergrowth. The sky was lightening to rose and fire from ink and velvet. It was time to move on. For a moment, she put her head back down, amber eyes closed against the morning. She inhaled the scents of rich earth. Already she dreaded in some small way the warmth of the sun would bring. Her travels seemed to bring her to ever-warmer places. Winter was a memory. She missed the kiss of snow now that spring's bounty had again covered her ribs and filled out her frame beneath the shaggy grey coat.
She wondered if it was worth getting up.
Then with a heavy sigh she gathered her stocky legs beneath her and stood. A hard shake scattered the worst of the leaf litter and dirt from her shaggy coat though it would not release all the grime of travel. How romantic long journeys were in stories. The bards who wrote them seemed to forget the little inconveniences like the dirt and the way that her throat seemed to constrict from the lack of conversation, as though her voice was withering and dying.
A few quick steps brought her out of the protective embrace of undergrowth where she had slept and onto a broader avenue between trees. Here she stretched her wings, luxuriating in the feeling of stiff muscles loosening and the slight breeze lifting her feathers. When she had left her home, she had not had the strength to fly. In the months since winter broke and with it the famine, she had regained not only weight but strength. Yesterday she had soared most of the day and today she could still feel the lingering soreness in her muscles, still not as primed as they once were. Too, she was not as young as she once was. She did not recover with the elasticity of youth.
With a last, good shake of her wings, she folded them close. Already she could feel the sun's creeping heat as it climbed higher into the sky. She picked up an easy walk- in truth, she had no destination. So, why should she hurry?
On the other hand, perhaps she should choose a direction, even if she had no destination. Resolutely the grey mare turned her path north, where she could see the peaks of grey stone mountains beyond the forest.
It would be good to see snow again.
OOC:// Preference for Basin but I know she's not a uni XD She's friendly though so throw any ol' person in.
