12/6/2024, 4:46 AM
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Skill: --- (1/5)
She followed the river, allowing it to cut her path with its branching streams and rivulets. The songweaver chose whichever path her heart seemed set on, having no destination in mind. Dew collected on the grass and dampened her paws, chilling her digits as the cold morning air breathed across them.
Siobhan left the moonlit lake to her back in her travels, using the cloak of night to shroud her as she satiated her rumbling curiosity. The pass she had been enveloped in became densely wooded the further east she traveled, transforming into the remains of a kingdom long dead. Bits and pieces of things she recognized from her human world cropped up here and there – fractured portions of stoneware and baubles that were no longer any use to anyone. Even if she possessed the means, she could not return the pieces to their former glory.
At one time, this land must have prospered – but Siobhan knew the cost of prosperity was not always as golden and glitzy as it seemed.
She stooped to nose at a stack of broken cobble work when the wind delivered evidence of another. The siren froze, ears on swivel as hazel eyes swept her surroundings for visual sign of the other soul wandering the sovereign graveyard.
He almost blended with the dense woodland in the dawn light – his brown hide betrayed only by the snatches of snow white breaking his otherwise camouflaged form. Siobhan watched him for a few long moments, inwardly determining the virtues of continuing her venture before he noticed her.
Almost begrudgingly, Siobhan slipped from her vantage point on quiet paws, stepping lightly as she arced around him so that she approached from neither side nor his back. She recognized she was too far from Raum to call for help from here, so she was wise enough to not set herself up for agitation.
Siobhan left the moonlit lake to her back in her travels, using the cloak of night to shroud her as she satiated her rumbling curiosity. The pass she had been enveloped in became densely wooded the further east she traveled, transforming into the remains of a kingdom long dead. Bits and pieces of things she recognized from her human world cropped up here and there – fractured portions of stoneware and baubles that were no longer any use to anyone. Even if she possessed the means, she could not return the pieces to their former glory.
At one time, this land must have prospered – but Siobhan knew the cost of prosperity was not always as golden and glitzy as it seemed.
She stooped to nose at a stack of broken cobble work when the wind delivered evidence of another. The siren froze, ears on swivel as hazel eyes swept her surroundings for visual sign of the other soul wandering the sovereign graveyard.
He almost blended with the dense woodland in the dawn light – his brown hide betrayed only by the snatches of snow white breaking his otherwise camouflaged form. Siobhan watched him for a few long moments, inwardly determining the virtues of continuing her venture before he noticed her.
Almost begrudgingly, Siobhan slipped from her vantage point on quiet paws, stepping lightly as she arced around him so that she approached from neither side nor his back. She recognized she was too far from Raum to call for help from here, so she was wise enough to not set herself up for agitation.
A pity, isn’t it?she cast her voice to the stranger as she revealed herself from the woodwork, tone velveteen but pocked with a subtle sorrow.
Winter arrives all too soon.
