10-02-2021, 12:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-02-2021, 12:32 PM by Riannon. Edited 1 time in total.)
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[narrow width=800]her ears tilt forward, eyes making a reverent pass over the montane jaws of cloudrest – that which, in a way, she had taken unprompted leave from. it had been so much so that each day had been an aching and cruel stretching of her soul; regardless of whatever manner of things that @Terhi had managed to wedge between tightlock jaws. this loam had not been beneath her paws for several sunrises, but winter's frigidity has since hooked itself beneath all the root networks. even here, there is already dawn frost, but the silver does not ( cannot, and will not ever ) mind the cold. nor its gold, quelled by languid fog; and those birds brave enough to stay seemed not to mind, either.
and there would be time enough to let the palantír prod at the bruise-tender places of her fever-ravaged mind; and poke at the ribs that now shied under skin. for now, there was work to be done once more. it is not so unfamiliar; and she takes to it gladly, eagerly, highstepping over all the knots of sedge and foxtail grasses; finally ( finally ) taking to her mists that pooled between all the hollows and valleys.
thus the witchking sets off for where she's sure her southern borders need replenishing;
ever wondering what might be revealed to her on this day.[/narrow]
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