-Diorae-
Tephra. The land of the volcano. A land with a beach and caves, a large sweet water spring, green fields for as far the eye can see and tropical greenery the year round. The winter was supposed to set in soon, but nothing here would make you think that. A bright contrast to the green is the yellow-orange-red of the lava, but the steam makes it impossible to see far.
The same steam makes it hard for Marigold to get used to living in Tephra. The humid air is heavy on her lungs, constantly giving her the feeling that it’s hard to breath, that her airway is squeezed together by something or someone. It doesn’t ease her nerves, still hasn’t after a while with Longclaw. She was home, but would Tephra ever feel as a home to her?
In Longclaw’s absence she has left the dense jungle. As soon as she had been alone, the feeling of being watched had returned. A feeling she isn’t particularly fond of. It makes her nervous, scared, and each little sound is enough to spook her. At least here, in the open fields, there are no shades for lurking creatures to hide in.
It doesn’t ease her nerves at all. That what is left of her tail – a short blonde bob – is pressed tightly against her hind, like a feline setting up its tail and pressing it down when afraid. Her golden ears are lowered. Facial muscles are tense, lips pressed together and a flattened chin. Golden and white nostrils are dilated from the midline out and the tense stare in her hazel eyes lands on all the things she sees out of the corner of her eyes.
Movement of grass is enough to spin her around, even making her snort as her head dips towards the ground. A sound on the left startles her enough to make her sidestep before turning around and dashing away galloping, only to slow down and turn around and look in the direction of the sound in high alert. Snorting loudly.
Marigold was not yet ready to not be at Longclaw’s side.
A beautiful face is a mute recommendation.