08-19-2021, 04:29 AM
Lithe and fleet-footed, Olive made good time in her voyage north. Driven by the vision in her mind of this nameless, expansive, sun-toasted meadow, she found that she did not get hungry, nor did she get tired. All other urges fell silent except for the movemovemove of her paws, and the burnburnburn of the fire in her belly. In all her earnest, she didn’t even sleep. The woman moved straight through the night (rather, several nights), guided by the all-seeing compass in her third eye, allowing her energetic field to light her up rather than drawing nourishment from her environment. Her attentions, plainly, were elsewhere.
When the wayfaring sylph found what she had sought — a dry atmosphere and flat terrain, and grass as far as the eye could see — she paused, perceived the sensation of drymouth, then shuffled in the direction of waterwaterwater. Why she had been brought to the plains would become obvious in time, but for now, she must slake her thirst. If the sylph only looked upwards, she might find the answers she sought in the sky, as stars became visible amongst a darkening sky and took on the shape of a galloping shewolf.
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