08-05-2015, 11:00 AM
It’s the gentle thrum of the afternoon, a sound that beguiles the listener into a false sense of safety. Rising crescendos of insects with the occasional tick of a bird, all falling and rising with some instinctual cycle. Astri allows for the hum of it all to press against her, to lull her into a few borrowed seconds of calm while she considers her predicament. The stretch of Chamber territory rolls out before her, foreboding in its eerie silence, and Astri cannot seem to make up her mind.
She’d heard whispers of the kingdom while she’d spent her winter in the meadow, a forlorn place that was growing ever stronger despite its lack of rumored activity. A shadowy place, not so much desolate as it was mysterious. It had sparked her interest ever since the winter snow had begun to melt away into a rather promising spring, and Astri was keen to make herself known there.
There was only one problem: She hadn’t exactly been invited here. Her jade-colored coat makes her an easy target in the still-dead wood so she figures she hasn’t got much time to gather her wits and proceed with whatever it was that she planned to do. The festive-looking mare instead wrinkles her nose and paces along the border, settling on a plan of action before exhaling and choosing her ground.
With no further hesitation she calls out into the empty space, wondering how her presence will be received.
.:Mantis green girl of Yule and Astrah:.She’d heard whispers of the kingdom while she’d spent her winter in the meadow, a forlorn place that was growing ever stronger despite its lack of rumored activity. A shadowy place, not so much desolate as it was mysterious. It had sparked her interest ever since the winter snow had begun to melt away into a rather promising spring, and Astri was keen to make herself known there.
There was only one problem: She hadn’t exactly been invited here. Her jade-colored coat makes her an easy target in the still-dead wood so she figures she hasn’t got much time to gather her wits and proceed with whatever it was that she planned to do. The festive-looking mare instead wrinkles her nose and paces along the border, settling on a plan of action before exhaling and choosing her ground.
With no further hesitation she calls out into the empty space, wondering how her presence will be received.
Astri