6/3/2025, 9:52 PM
Thread Title: Shrek 2: 「 Holding out for a hero
Skill : 「None」
Gaggle of kids nearby or with her if they chose to follow
Traveling had been less than ideal, fear and unease laced into every step she took away from Mistveil. Freya’s heart was hammering out of her chest, like a beast in a cage, causing her ears to loudly pulse as a result. So much of the world was muffled, regardless of how hardly she tried to focus on their surroundings. She had to get a grip, she had to. It was only Freya and those that relied on her, meaning the healer had to keep her wits about her.
The dense forest began to morph into an entirely different scene the more north the mother herded the group. Tall pines and solid oaks had turned to something much more intricate and delicate look. Freya’s pace slowed as she instructed the kids to rest, she had to scope out the area and verify there was nothing and no one waiting within the vicinity.
Carefully, the woman maneuvered the tapering vines as they hung from the canopies. Green eyes widened as she observed the hundreds of crimson wisteria that were draped almost decoratively along the paths of the woodland. Who knew this world held such a peaceful beauty?
The looming mountains of the alpines could be seen, their alabaster peaks breaking through distant clouds. Did the winterized region really hold their future?
Skill : 「None」
Gaggle of kids nearby or with her if they chose to follow
Traveling had been less than ideal, fear and unease laced into every step she took away from Mistveil. Freya’s heart was hammering out of her chest, like a beast in a cage, causing her ears to loudly pulse as a result. So much of the world was muffled, regardless of how hardly she tried to focus on their surroundings. She had to get a grip, she had to. It was only Freya and those that relied on her, meaning the healer had to keep her wits about her.
The dense forest began to morph into an entirely different scene the more north the mother herded the group. Tall pines and solid oaks had turned to something much more intricate and delicate look. Freya’s pace slowed as she instructed the kids to rest, she had to scope out the area and verify there was nothing and no one waiting within the vicinity.
Carefully, the woman maneuvered the tapering vines as they hung from the canopies. Green eyes widened as she observed the hundreds of crimson wisteria that were draped almost decoratively along the paths of the woodland. Who knew this world held such a peaceful beauty?
The looming mountains of the alpines could be seen, their alabaster peaks breaking through distant clouds. Did the winterized region really hold their future?
