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Upon descending from the slopes of the Veins of the Gods, Kimber found herself in the wide expanse of Thistle Meadow. Her pace quickened from a quick, sure walk up into an easy canter, racing at a sustainable pace through the green grass and colorful wildflowers that carpeted the field. It felt good to stretch her legs, feel the wind whip her two-toned mane back, the satisfying thud of her hooves against the ground, the slither of her necklace over her chest and withers.
But soon enough she slowed as the sparkle of sunlight off of water forewarned her of slippery footing ahead. Settling into a walk, she paced alongside the river that split the Meadow in twain, watching the surface glinting in the sunlight as the water flowed steadily past her on its way to the sea. At the water's edge the form of her fox had gained more substance, altering from a wispy make up to one of pure water, sparkling in its own right as it trotted across the top of the shallows.
A small smile crossed the young grulla's features as she watched the fox, thinking on the Earth God's task. She was to explore the water, explore the creatures that depended upon the water. It was... an interesting concept, and one she meant to give her all to. So she turned her attention from the fox to the river itself, thinking.
The water here is fresh, so it is drinkable. The snow in the mountains above the Foothills has melted, so the water is cold. Uh... fish live in the water. They eat... littler fishes and bugs. Oh! And frogs live in the water. Then there's the birds that eat the frogs and the fish. And and... bigger birds eat the birds that eat the fish. But what about the land-living animals? I bet just about every animal from miles around come here to drink. But there's so many...
"Oh bother." Kimber muttered as she came to realize the magnitude of the situation. Lashing her tail against her hocks she turned and waded into the river, breath coming out in a quick hiss at the bitter chill that came from snow melt. She only ventured out knee deep, loathe to venture out too far when the water was so cold. She bent her head to drink from the river water, taking small sips to avoid chilling her system overmuch after being up amongst the lava fields of the Veins. The dark ends of her mane and tail trailed in the water, drifting downstream as far as their lengths would allow. Blue eyes attentively gazed out across the water's surface, watching for animals from above and below the surface.
(( Looking for a river otter to fill her 'prey' slot in the same way the ferrets fill her smaller 'prey' slot, but preferably an otter of the giant variety. ^.^ ))
But soon enough she slowed as the sparkle of sunlight off of water forewarned her of slippery footing ahead. Settling into a walk, she paced alongside the river that split the Meadow in twain, watching the surface glinting in the sunlight as the water flowed steadily past her on its way to the sea. At the water's edge the form of her fox had gained more substance, altering from a wispy make up to one of pure water, sparkling in its own right as it trotted across the top of the shallows.
A small smile crossed the young grulla's features as she watched the fox, thinking on the Earth God's task. She was to explore the water, explore the creatures that depended upon the water. It was... an interesting concept, and one she meant to give her all to. So she turned her attention from the fox to the river itself, thinking.
The water here is fresh, so it is drinkable. The snow in the mountains above the Foothills has melted, so the water is cold. Uh... fish live in the water. They eat... littler fishes and bugs. Oh! And frogs live in the water. Then there's the birds that eat the frogs and the fish. And and... bigger birds eat the birds that eat the fish. But what about the land-living animals? I bet just about every animal from miles around come here to drink. But there's so many...
"Oh bother." Kimber muttered as she came to realize the magnitude of the situation. Lashing her tail against her hocks she turned and waded into the river, breath coming out in a quick hiss at the bitter chill that came from snow melt. She only ventured out knee deep, loathe to venture out too far when the water was so cold. She bent her head to drink from the river water, taking small sips to avoid chilling her system overmuch after being up amongst the lava fields of the Veins. The dark ends of her mane and tail trailed in the water, drifting downstream as far as their lengths would allow. Blue eyes attentively gazed out across the water's surface, watching for animals from above and below the surface.
(( Looking for a river otter to fill her 'prey' slot in the same way the ferrets fill her smaller 'prey' slot, but preferably an otter of the giant variety. ^.^ ))
