04-15-2022, 04:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-22-2022, 09:29 PM by Sindri. Edited 3 times in total.)
For @Uriel
Sindri strode the Alpine Moors in a swift and quiet trot. The flowers tickled her senses with soft fragrance. The many small hills and knolls were promising.. Above, the moon was covered, it's light dim and hazy. Though it was not the moon which brought the world light tonight. Tonight, the skies danced with slivers and swirls of color and Sindri time and time again had been certain it was the Gods.
The world had not felt right lately and Sindri had atone with them for their mercy to Northfall and its friends. Tonight, however, she hunted. It was a quick meal she sought. Not to patiently fish (the ocean was also too dangerous atm with all the storms), not to navigate the slopes for goat or need partners for the caribou in the forest. She sought something quick and small, as herself.
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