08-06-2021, 12:40 AM
Dancing Moon Pools
Where the trees part and the mountain rock staggers a low current stream cuts through rock and gathers in shallow pools. While the water is pretty during the day, it certainly is not overly special. However, at night when the moon is high and bright, the light seems to reflect off the clear water giving an almost glowing ethereal appearance.
Days had passed since his confession, weeks even, though the high queen paid little attention to the days. She had a decision to make and one that would affect not only her own life but all who called Vanderfell home. Though @Hieronymous had failed to see his true question, Ira could only take his confession as a proposal. It had surprised her at the time, though he had always seemed to fancy her, even if he was not always direct in his nature. Ira may not have been looking, but she was not blind.
Fortune would favor him though. He was handsome, in his own...unique way. There was no doubt that he could fulfill any need she might personally want as he was already eager to do so, but that did not answer for the pack. Since his joining he had been noting dutiful, so much so she had begun to notice his routine. There were the days he left, but he came back with a member in tow or the kind words of neighboring packs.
No matter how she looked at it he was almost...well perfect. It seemed hard to believe like some sort of catch was waiting on the wind, but no matter the angle she tackled Ira failed to find a good reason to say no. He was charming and a hard worker, everything she could ask for in a king, her king. Even if his approach to situations were not always as she would do, the result was only for the better. Vanderfell could use a king like him to balance her out.
So it had been decided. Ira set out, padding down the mountain in beat with the setting sun in search of her knight. When she failed to find him immediately she'd let her paws come to a stop beside the flowing pools which ran towards the run. She'd pause for a brief drink, her gaze following the flow as they led to the distant falls before tipping her head back to call for the painted man. It would be much easier for him to come to her after all than running all around to track him down.
Fortune would favor him though. He was handsome, in his own...unique way. There was no doubt that he could fulfill any need she might personally want as he was already eager to do so, but that did not answer for the pack. Since his joining he had been noting dutiful, so much so she had begun to notice his routine. There were the days he left, but he came back with a member in tow or the kind words of neighboring packs.
No matter how she looked at it he was almost...well perfect. It seemed hard to believe like some sort of catch was waiting on the wind, but no matter the angle she tackled Ira failed to find a good reason to say no. He was charming and a hard worker, everything she could ask for in a king, her king. Even if his approach to situations were not always as she would do, the result was only for the better. Vanderfell could use a king like him to balance her out.
So it had been decided. Ira set out, padding down the mountain in beat with the setting sun in search of her knight. When she failed to find him immediately she'd let her paws come to a stop beside the flowing pools which ran towards the run. She'd pause for a brief drink, her gaze following the flow as they led to the distant falls before tipping her head back to call for the painted man. It would be much easier for him to come to her after all than running all around to track him down.
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