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09-04-2016, 10:03 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-08-2016, 05:21 AM by Tilney.
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To the rotunda Tilney had ventured once again. Ultima's nightingale voice still rang about the forest with each bird's whistle; "a trove of peppermint!" he recalled her hooting. For a man who so enjoyed the company of others he was more than relieved to be here alone this day - Besides his journey to the Threshold to collect Manon he had made no such ventures away from his family or friends. There was work aplenty in the greenhouse and gardens, and now that his dear sister had found him he had yet another to add to the housing complex he and glasgow has invented among the biggest of the edge's trees - soon perhaps they'd have to craft a glass shelter, held up by the trunks of each creatures home tree. then they'd have a wonderful common room. Perhaps even a fire in the center!? Oh how perfect life was. That was until Tilney had quite enough of social interaction for ten years - the lad needed a break, hence his day trip to the Ancient rotunda. To escape into the wilderness had always been one of his most favorite things. Orangemoon's frost was withering the undergrowth already - the threat of winters tide loomed. How the boy of the sun dreaded the pure cold that came with winter. A soft sigh escaped his ashen maw as he crossed by the rotunda, glancing up at the structure as he did so. Tilney could recall a precious time he and Arah lay and gazed at the brook below from the safety of the beautiful structure - he'd been here many times it seemed. but gods, what was that sound? The ginger boy danced sideways, dock flat between his legs. "heavens!" he uttered, his nose darting back and fourth towards any possible source of the noise. It had sounded like a fox perhaps? A very sick dog? Or a feline, yes, a feline - Tilney was quite sure however it was not a common tabby. Something about the call had sounded like this cat was beckoning, summoning even. Would it be wise to investigate? Surely it wouldn't hurt. Tilneys approach was as quiet as he could be (so still considerably loud and clumsy), shifting behind trees and finding lower points in the undergrowth. Soon he saw it; a Serval. He had seen one similar the same accompanying Sikeax only that one was the subject of transfiguration apparently. A boggart. A tiny filly approached the tree the feline lounged in just as Tilney did, and it started Tilney enough for him to not say a word about it. What was someone so young doing all the way out here? If he knew Maude was venturing out into the wilds he'd hobble her to the home tree. Something even more peculiar happened next - the Serval spoke. He had seen stranger things in Helovia, so Tilney just smiled and watched the cat with wonderment before answering his question. "I was going to ask that the herds be united... then I realised something more important. I would ask that all evil would be banished from Helovia whether that be wicked creatures or just wicked helovians. Then perhaps the nations will be united once again and create a humble, whole Helovia" |
Wander or Leave
turn in to winter lights
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