4/13/2025, 9:59 PM
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Each moment that passed in her pursuit of the familiar scent summoned even greater wonder. She felt one part silly for thinking The Mother might have sent a place here, but she was two parts hopeful. Even though she did not wish to find herself back within her homelands, she couldn't dismiss the burgeoning wistful feeling that rose within her chest.
The Meadow was a prized territory - so much so it had resulted in many altercations for possession of it. She should have bore a modicum of wariness in approaching the area alone, but she had been so long removed from the Mors that she did not even think twice of prospective dangers.
These days, her threats wore fur of fire and a twisted grin.
A scene expanded before her as she climbed down to a broad, flat shelf of Northfall's mountain. Though it was little more than a widened path worn by whoever came before Mythris' current citizens, it was flush with flowering trees whose blossoms fell like pastel raindrops. The scent wafted clearly from its magicked pass, carried on the wind like fragrant hands, trying desperately to coax her within.
Her paws slowed to a stop as she paused to study the sight. The trees did not seem to be a natural part of the mountain and the snow was exchanged for long grass and springtide warmth. If it was a trap, it was one cleverly laid with her in mind; she began to move forward once more, both ears angled forward as she drank in the sounds of peaceful birdsong that grew stronger the closer she drew.
Solvi did not pause until she stood beneath the initial trees, her head canted back to stare up at the colorful boughs overhead in open fascination.
Before her, and as of yet unnoticed by Solvi, the world was cast within the glow of golden hour. Sunlight poured through patches in the treetops, dappling the verdant grasses with gilt. Wildflowers bloomed in excess, emblazoned with seemingly every color imaginable. Birds stirred, pressed by evening rituals before they would take their roost in the ancient trees. Honey and nectar floated on the air, heady and warm as it settled in her chest with each breath. The chuckling stream she had splashed away in so many times joined the birdsong, creating a tapestry so densely steeped in nostalgia that she was pulled away from studying the trees.
Solvi's head drifted back to its neutral station and her eyes widened in surprise - it was the Meadow. Her brain scrambled to understand, to make sense of the why and how of it all, but her paws were already in motion through the whispering grasses, drawing her deeper into the world crafted by the tunnel's magic.
The Meadow was a prized territory - so much so it had resulted in many altercations for possession of it. She should have bore a modicum of wariness in approaching the area alone, but she had been so long removed from the Mors that she did not even think twice of prospective dangers.
These days, her threats wore fur of fire and a twisted grin.
A scene expanded before her as she climbed down to a broad, flat shelf of Northfall's mountain. Though it was little more than a widened path worn by whoever came before Mythris' current citizens, it was flush with flowering trees whose blossoms fell like pastel raindrops. The scent wafted clearly from its magicked pass, carried on the wind like fragrant hands, trying desperately to coax her within.
Her paws slowed to a stop as she paused to study the sight. The trees did not seem to be a natural part of the mountain and the snow was exchanged for long grass and springtide warmth. If it was a trap, it was one cleverly laid with her in mind; she began to move forward once more, both ears angled forward as she drank in the sounds of peaceful birdsong that grew stronger the closer she drew.
Solvi did not pause until she stood beneath the initial trees, her head canted back to stare up at the colorful boughs overhead in open fascination.
Before her, and as of yet unnoticed by Solvi, the world was cast within the glow of golden hour. Sunlight poured through patches in the treetops, dappling the verdant grasses with gilt. Wildflowers bloomed in excess, emblazoned with seemingly every color imaginable. Birds stirred, pressed by evening rituals before they would take their roost in the ancient trees. Honey and nectar floated on the air, heady and warm as it settled in her chest with each breath. The chuckling stream she had splashed away in so many times joined the birdsong, creating a tapestry so densely steeped in nostalgia that she was pulled away from studying the trees.
Solvi's head drifted back to its neutral station and her eyes widened in surprise - it was the Meadow. Her brain scrambled to understand, to make sense of the why and how of it all, but her paws were already in motion through the whispering grasses, drawing her deeper into the world crafted by the tunnel's magic.
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Solvi's braids are not as tidy as displayed in her art
