03-11-2021, 01:22 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-05-2021, 09:03 PM by Aso. Edited 2 times in total.)
Ethereal.
That was the word she used to describe the forest, to summarize it succinctly.
Early in the morning, when the first few rays of sunlight pierced through from the east, the fog seemed to be at its thickest. The way it seemed to wrap through the forest and foliage in thick tendrils pulled at her. They could have nearly guided her along had they wanted to, as if they could play some enchanting tune to lead her astray at a moment’s notice.
Frost coated everything still, glittering and glistening where sunlight rested on it. She took particular notice of this because it clung to her as well, not that she needed any aid in blending in against damp evergreens and their snowy coverage. Winter was truly her season, even if now it was growing less and less powerful in its hold by the day. Soon only the mountains would retain its trace.
Here, in the depths of the needled wildwood, she moved like a pale wraith.
Until she did no longer—through a half-lidded gaze and a blank expression, something suddenly gave her pause. A scent on the wind, something familiar, but what? Or who? An appraising note escaped her as she tested the wind, turning into the gentle chill of a breeze.
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That was the word she used to describe the forest, to summarize it succinctly.
Early in the morning, when the first few rays of sunlight pierced through from the east, the fog seemed to be at its thickest. The way it seemed to wrap through the forest and foliage in thick tendrils pulled at her. They could have nearly guided her along had they wanted to, as if they could play some enchanting tune to lead her astray at a moment’s notice.
Frost coated everything still, glittering and glistening where sunlight rested on it. She took particular notice of this because it clung to her as well, not that she needed any aid in blending in against damp evergreens and their snowy coverage. Winter was truly her season, even if now it was growing less and less powerful in its hold by the day. Soon only the mountains would retain its trace.
Here, in the depths of the needled wildwood, she moved like a pale wraith.
Until she did no longer—through a half-lidded gaze and a blank expression, something suddenly gave her pause. A scent on the wind, something familiar, but what? Or who? An appraising note escaped her as she tested the wind, turning into the gentle chill of a breeze.
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