El Coyote \o/
Running through the moorland, a favorite activity, had changed lately into more of a... loping through the moorland. Liss's stamina was much reduced, her appetite bolstered, her wanderlust diminished.
Diminished, but not absent entirely. Though she kept her treks to the borderlands of Camhanaich, she continued to make them. The only thing worse than overexertion these days was sitting still.
She followed grasshoppers through heather, tail wagging, and hummed an old Havir song to herself that floated across blooming fields into the wind.
3-3-3 || IC ≠ OOC || Fiction ≠ Reality
I welcome organic IC interactions and any twists, conflict, or drama that comes out of it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.
I welcome organic IC interactions and any twists, conflict, or drama that comes out of it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.
