2/7/2025, 12:36 AM
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SKILL : SEER ( 1 / 5 )
Morning broke in pale tones above the slumbering woodland. Skeletal hands branched from crooked trunks, reaching for the ephemeral colors - far too soon, the slate shades of winter would overtake them and make the world dour and grey.
Siobhan lay beneath one of the hibernating trees, her muzzle tipped skyward as she studied the unveiling day. She was uncertain in her trajectory, tempted to return to the land Raum was attempting to settle with the others in his flock, but she hadn't quite moved forward with that plan just yet. There was a fragment of her soul that still sought some inner peace she was uncertain it would ever truly discover, but she still hoped she might find it in each new day and sign from the world.
It did not seem to lie within the sky's endless bounds.
Hazel eyes drifted as her muzzle lowered, resigning from whatever soul-searching she might have pursued. It was then that birdsong drifted through the air, lyrical and upbeat - and close. How odd, she thought to herself - surely the songbirds should be further south, where their soft and warmth-seeking bodies were better suited for waiting out winter. Nevertheless, she lifted to her paws to investigate.
She followed the insistent sound until she found their bright-colored forms pirouetting through the sky overhead - behind her previous position, seeming to almost wait for her. Had they been following her? Siobhan's ears pressed forward, made curious by that observation. Maybe she had been hasty in her assumptions - the sky may yet hold a sign of good tidings. Pale paws pushed on, her gait growing faster so that she wouldn't lose sight of her avian guides.
For several moments, she followed dutifully before her she wondered if she was a fool for thinking they had any intentions of leading her somewhere. It was a silly thought, wasn't it? Her steps slowed to a stalling walk before she turned, intending to go back the way she had come.
Her guides appeared to be unsettled by her decision, however, and converge to pluck at her fur, their desperate chirps enough to stop her in her tracks.
It seemed she had no choice, lest she wished for a hairless ass.
Siobhan pressed forward, following the two stubborn birds until they delivered her to the tunnel of blossoming trees, petals dripping to the ground with each... spring breeze? The birds were long gone as she stood enveloped just within the tapestry of spring, breathing in the heady and fragrant mixture of floral tidings.
Was this a dream, was she still sleeping?
Siobhan lay beneath one of the hibernating trees, her muzzle tipped skyward as she studied the unveiling day. She was uncertain in her trajectory, tempted to return to the land Raum was attempting to settle with the others in his flock, but she hadn't quite moved forward with that plan just yet. There was a fragment of her soul that still sought some inner peace she was uncertain it would ever truly discover, but she still hoped she might find it in each new day and sign from the world.
It did not seem to lie within the sky's endless bounds.
Hazel eyes drifted as her muzzle lowered, resigning from whatever soul-searching she might have pursued. It was then that birdsong drifted through the air, lyrical and upbeat - and close. How odd, she thought to herself - surely the songbirds should be further south, where their soft and warmth-seeking bodies were better suited for waiting out winter. Nevertheless, she lifted to her paws to investigate.
She followed the insistent sound until she found their bright-colored forms pirouetting through the sky overhead - behind her previous position, seeming to almost wait for her. Had they been following her? Siobhan's ears pressed forward, made curious by that observation. Maybe she had been hasty in her assumptions - the sky may yet hold a sign of good tidings. Pale paws pushed on, her gait growing faster so that she wouldn't lose sight of her avian guides.
For several moments, she followed dutifully before her she wondered if she was a fool for thinking they had any intentions of leading her somewhere. It was a silly thought, wasn't it? Her steps slowed to a stalling walk before she turned, intending to go back the way she had come.
Her guides appeared to be unsettled by her decision, however, and converge to pluck at her fur, their desperate chirps enough to stop her in her tracks.
Hey- stop it!Siobhan huffed as she whirled around, teeth clicking closed near their forms before they retreated to a safer space. She was reminded of the dreaded cave, the sensation of hands ripping her body asunder as she fled. The bite held no actual threat, merely a message to give her space. The two lovebirds hovered, wings beating to keep them aloft as their insistence manifested in dual chirps. They remained in that configuration until the siren took a step toward them, their flight toward destination unknown resuming.
It seemed she had no choice, lest she wished for a hairless ass.
Siobhan pressed forward, following the two stubborn birds until they delivered her to the tunnel of blossoming trees, petals dripping to the ground with each... spring breeze? The birds were long gone as she stood enveloped just within the tapestry of spring, breathing in the heady and fragrant mixture of floral tidings.
Was this a dream, was she still sleeping?
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