05-07-2023, 08:23 AM
The winter weather is not his favorite.
Ruhr moves through the snow, blown shallow by the constant wind of the moors, and wraps his wings more tightly around himself.
The limp in his right foreleg is worse, the old injury aggravated by the falling barometric pressure that precedes a snowstorm. He moves slowly, browsing as he goes, and occasionally glancing toward the sky. The moon is there, he knows, even if he cannot see it. There is no water here on the moors in which to see her Messages, and Ruhr will not remain for long. He is here to eat, and then he will return to the cave he has found in the side of the cliff.
It is accessible only by wing, and he has spent most of his time there since arriving at the Chamber with Snowbell.
Snowbell, he thinks, raising his head from his grazing. He’d all but forgotten about her in his excitement over the Moon’s most recent gift to him. He remembers what she’d said, about how she’d been more reluctant than he’d hoped about following him.
Well, he supposes, that was before the Moon had chosen to speak to him. Perhaps now that he is a Seer, she will be more inclined. He’ll look for her in his next divination, Ruhr decides. He will try to See what the Moon has in store for @Snowbell , but for now, he looks for the mare herself.
Ruhr moves through the snow, blown shallow by the constant wind of the moors, and wraps his wings more tightly around himself.
The limp in his right foreleg is worse, the old injury aggravated by the falling barometric pressure that precedes a snowstorm. He moves slowly, browsing as he goes, and occasionally glancing toward the sky. The moon is there, he knows, even if he cannot see it. There is no water here on the moors in which to see her Messages, and Ruhr will not remain for long. He is here to eat, and then he will return to the cave he has found in the side of the cliff.
It is accessible only by wing, and he has spent most of his time there since arriving at the Chamber with Snowbell.
Snowbell, he thinks, raising his head from his grazing. He’d all but forgotten about her in his excitement over the Moon’s most recent gift to him. He remembers what she’d said, about how she’d been more reluctant than he’d hoped about following him.
Well, he supposes, that was before the Moon had chosen to speak to him. Perhaps now that he is a Seer, she will be more inclined. He’ll look for her in his next divination, Ruhr decides. He will try to See what the Moon has in store for @Snowbell , but for now, he looks for the mare herself.