09-13-2021, 04:16 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-16-2021, 07:58 PM by Olive. Edited 2 times in total.)
The world was vibrant and ever-changing, and the curiosity that lie behind the veiled curtain (everything she had yet to see) called to the woman endlessly. She felt as if she was constantly stuck in the middle of a fable, one that her own wayfaring mother might have told her before putting her to bed, continuing on, night after night, never once reaching its conclusion. She sometimes wondered why satisfaction and contentment eluded her so, but it was not a painful journey in the least, so she leaned into her inclinations and let her lust for adventure sit in the driver's seat.
This mindset naturally meant that Olive had seen much of the world, and she found it all to be spectacular — but here? Here, Olive believed she found a paradise. The energy of this forest beat so strongly, she could feel it almost as a vibration in her paws and lower limbs. The air, it was cool and fresh and heralded a changing of the seasons. The water in the stream, tasted fresh and spoke of its high mineral content from the mountainous terrain. She noted these things as she pranced, and let the breeze rustle her still-summer coat, and as she drank deeply from this stream and that stream; cavorting amongst the earth's bounty with no agenda or intention. Yes, of course, The Hireath was a paradise all the same — but there was so much noise and activity — and here she appeared to be alone, despite scent markers lying far to the west, and the north.
Olive ducked under a fallen arbor, which lay diagonal to the earth, propped up by sapling that had prevented the completion of its dramatic death. She pushed against it with a paw, and when the little witch found it didn't move, she climbed atop it — and, like she imagined a mountain lion would, she flexed her toes and grit her jaw to prevent herself from falling off.
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