06-29-2022, 01:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-29-2022, 01:41 PM by Ianthe. Edited 1 time in total.)
The day had descended onto night, and the woodland was alight with the subtle bioluminescence of mushrooms. The sounds of the forest had quieted to give way to nocturnal lullabies - that of the musical crickets that chirped behind moss-padded foliage, and the ever-present hum of snoring squirrels and other slumbering fauna. It was a painting dulled with earthen tones - highlighted by the glow that ignited the roguish passageways, lighting the way for strange wanderers and insomniacs alike.
Ianthe had stopped at the base of a vine-coated trunk, her left shoulder lightly pressed against the rough bark. As she allowed her gaze to roll quietly over her immediate surroundings, she wondered if the moon-tinted hue of her eyes appeared ghastly against the dark, suddenly self-conscious of her own appearance. As if there was anyone nearby to appraise her. Perhaps it was habit to constantly feel the weight of others' opinions, and redirect her movements to reflect something more representative of perfection. Almost instantaneously, the girl would shuffle her paws, aligning her posture and sucking in a soft inhale. The soft hint of evergreen filtered her senses while she took a moment to shake out her coat, freeing her of any clinging debris she may have collected on the walk here.
She had to admit: this place was magical at night. Rather lackluster during the day, and easily overlooked by those just taking a route to get to the other-side - but quite a demonstration for any who happened to catch themselves spending an overnight. Flattening her ears against her crown, the girl would proceed forward, content with strolling until the sunrise. At least this way, she was able to focus her thoughts elsewhere.
Ianthe had stopped at the base of a vine-coated trunk, her left shoulder lightly pressed against the rough bark. As she allowed her gaze to roll quietly over her immediate surroundings, she wondered if the moon-tinted hue of her eyes appeared ghastly against the dark, suddenly self-conscious of her own appearance. As if there was anyone nearby to appraise her. Perhaps it was habit to constantly feel the weight of others' opinions, and redirect her movements to reflect something more representative of perfection. Almost instantaneously, the girl would shuffle her paws, aligning her posture and sucking in a soft inhale. The soft hint of evergreen filtered her senses while she took a moment to shake out her coat, freeing her of any clinging debris she may have collected on the walk here.
She had to admit: this place was magical at night. Rather lackluster during the day, and easily overlooked by those just taking a route to get to the other-side - but quite a demonstration for any who happened to catch themselves spending an overnight. Flattening her ears against her crown, the girl would proceed forward, content with strolling until the sunrise. At least this way, she was able to focus her thoughts elsewhere.
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