10-19-2021, 07:17 PM
Sickle has been spending most of her time in this forest - in a very particular part of the forest - but today had been a day she had ventured somewhere else and now she returns with a mouthful of flowers. It had taken some care and a lot of trial and error but eventually she had managed to uproot a flower and had left a trail of dirt behind her as she trotted proudly from the Pampas. If she could plant a flower or a hundred around Asterope’s pond instead of just picking them - then her friend would always have colour around her.
Oceanus flies beside her as she moves down the now-familiar trails. Feeling, for this fleeting moment, alright.
Because it’s easier to focus on the plant she has in her mouth than it is anything else.
Because she’s not letting her mind stray any further.
Everything else is off-limits and so the young mare is able to keep herself held together.
There’s a shadow above, beneath an elm tree, and for a moment she thinks nothing of it until the shadow seems to move. Or, rather, disappear. As she approaches the tree, she frowns - almost certain that there had been someone there a moment ago.
Very carefully, she places her plant on the ground and then decides to investigate. Strange occurrences should be on the Do Not Interact list after everything but Sickle is still a curious girl at heart.
“Where did you go?” Sickle adopts the shape of a blue panther, blinking her mismatched eyes as she peers into the shadows - trying to see who it has been and where they’d gone.
Oceanus flies beside her as she moves down the now-familiar trails. Feeling, for this fleeting moment, alright.
Because it’s easier to focus on the plant she has in her mouth than it is anything else.
Because she’s not letting her mind stray any further.
Everything else is off-limits and so the young mare is able to keep herself held together.
There’s a shadow above, beneath an elm tree, and for a moment she thinks nothing of it until the shadow seems to move. Or, rather, disappear. As she approaches the tree, she frowns - almost certain that there had been someone there a moment ago.
Very carefully, she places her plant on the ground and then decides to investigate. Strange occurrences should be on the Do Not Interact list after everything but Sickle is still a curious girl at heart.
“Where did you go?” Sickle adopts the shape of a blue panther, blinking her mismatched eyes as she peers into the shadows - trying to see who it has been and where they’d gone.
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Malik