01-31-2016, 09:24 AM
WEIR
The trip was not a terribly long one. From the Den they passed through the playground. A sprawling spot meant for youngsters, with trees ancient and towering. Some had fallen, creasing the grasses with natures own obstacle course. It was a pleasant place for children, though Weir had never seen very many take advantage of this spot.
From the playground they skirted Forest Frontiers, and then cut through Golden Plains. A territory set on the edges of the Dale Kingdom, one filled with flowing stalks of golden grasses. It was a quaint spot, with the mighty river cutting right through and ending in a grand pool of fresh water. Then, they reached the forest that lined the western side of the Dale.
A welcoming place, nothing but great trees over their heads and birds tittering delightfully as they passed. Weir liked the wooded area, for a time he had sought refuge within the leaves and branches. Now, it was simply a wonderful place to explore, with an extensive list of plant matter and animals to study or befriend. Weir personally, liked to do both.
"Neva, Welcome to the Dale." He stopped for another rest, as he had been sure to do, not only to accommodate the girl- but himself. He kept it leisurely, as always, a gentle pace set to observe as well as make for an enjoyable journey. "Here are the forests, naturally." He nodded, gesturing to the expanse of greens and browns that they currently had a break in. "Ahh, hear that? Seiurus aurocapilla, an Ovenbird." Several of the small speckle-breasted birds warbled a tune on the forest floor.
"Do you see his orange striped head?" He blinks at the small birds, strutting along the ground like tiny chickens. "His house is a leaf-covered dome, and well, it looks like an oven." He chuckles as though it is some sort of joke.
From the playground they skirted Forest Frontiers, and then cut through Golden Plains. A territory set on the edges of the Dale Kingdom, one filled with flowing stalks of golden grasses. It was a quaint spot, with the mighty river cutting right through and ending in a grand pool of fresh water. Then, they reached the forest that lined the western side of the Dale.
A welcoming place, nothing but great trees over their heads and birds tittering delightfully as they passed. Weir liked the wooded area, for a time he had sought refuge within the leaves and branches. Now, it was simply a wonderful place to explore, with an extensive list of plant matter and animals to study or befriend. Weir personally, liked to do both.
"Neva, Welcome to the Dale." He stopped for another rest, as he had been sure to do, not only to accommodate the girl- but himself. He kept it leisurely, as always, a gentle pace set to observe as well as make for an enjoyable journey. "Here are the forests, naturally." He nodded, gesturing to the expanse of greens and browns that they currently had a break in. "Ahh, hear that? Seiurus aurocapilla, an Ovenbird." Several of the small speckle-breasted birds warbled a tune on the forest floor.
"Do you see his orange striped head?" He blinks at the small birds, strutting along the ground like tiny chickens. "His house is a leaf-covered dome, and well, it looks like an oven." He chuckles as though it is some sort of joke.
FIRST WE'LL MAKE SNOW ANGELS FOR TWO HOURS
THEN WE'LL GO ICE SKATING
THEN WE'LL GO ICE SKATING
@[Neva]