7/1/2025, 1:41 PM
maybe Eclus ...otherwise, AW!
The summer heat sits heavy upon the skin and sears right to bone. Sluggish, perhaps, the wild woman feels when she awakes to the swelter. She yearns for the high summits and snow that never thaws; everwinter, though she supposes those days are long behind her.
She must adapt, as her people have always done in trying times. Without a home, they are vagabonds in a land unknown. The earth signs differently here, beneath her feet, but her all-mother's whisper still greets her so.
The golden grass of the meadow caresses her as she slices through its lazy waves. Where the grass begins to thin, a pond lay near, with a few stray trees to offer shade. A quiet glade for her to claim for the time being. Svalla steps into its calm, cool waters with an old sigh. Further she wades until she can sit and rest comfortably in its hold.
There's hardly been a day of late that she's allowed herself a moment of bliss. And she is nothing if not indulgent, when the moment presents itself. Tresses of white fur sway in the gentle lap of water, her coat sleek and sculpted to her muscle.
With closed eyes, she finds herself tamed.
The summer heat sits heavy upon the skin and sears right to bone. Sluggish, perhaps, the wild woman feels when she awakes to the swelter. She yearns for the high summits and snow that never thaws; everwinter, though she supposes those days are long behind her.
She must adapt, as her people have always done in trying times. Without a home, they are vagabonds in a land unknown. The earth signs differently here, beneath her feet, but her all-mother's whisper still greets her so.
The golden grass of the meadow caresses her as she slices through its lazy waves. Where the grass begins to thin, a pond lay near, with a few stray trees to offer shade. A quiet glade for her to claim for the time being. Svalla steps into its calm, cool waters with an old sigh. Further she wades until she can sit and rest comfortably in its hold.
There's hardly been a day of late that she's allowed herself a moment of bliss. And she is nothing if not indulgent, when the moment presents itself. Tresses of white fur sway in the gentle lap of water, her coat sleek and sculpted to her muscle.
With closed eyes, she finds herself tamed.