08-08-2015, 10:36 PM
love is a temporary madness...
The day is pleasantly warm with clouds thickly dotting the sky. Though the breeze is relatively still, her motion through air creates a wind of its own. With her long, black tresses whipping against her shoulder, she makes her way unerringly north. Though the trek to the Chamber is short even if one must walk, it is made even shorter given the fact that she can fly. Though no wings adorn her, she cuts through the air as easily as a bird. Setting a somewhat leisurely pace, she watches in interest as the landscape slowly becomes less mountainous, giving way to milder slopes covered in pine trees.
As she nears the area she knows to contain the border of the kingdom, she descends easily to the ground. She had not been flying high, just enough to skim the tops of the trees and hills, so her descent is quite swift. Landing gently onto the needle littered earth, she inhales deeply of the scent of pine. A soft smile touches her lips as she does so. She has never before had the opportunity to visit to Chamber. She does rather enjoy such novel experiences. Her age does not allow for many of them anymore.
Stepping forward, she lets out a call, asking for those of the diplomatic contingent. She is fairly certain she has not passed beyond their borders, or if she has, it is not far. Waiting quietly where she had landed, her russet gaze scans the surrounding landscape, curiosity evident in those bright depths.
As she nears the area she knows to contain the border of the kingdom, she descends easily to the ground. She had not been flying high, just enough to skim the tops of the trees and hills, so her descent is quite swift. Landing gently onto the needle littered earth, she inhales deeply of the scent of pine. A soft smile touches her lips as she does so. She has never before had the opportunity to visit to Chamber. She does rather enjoy such novel experiences. Her age does not allow for many of them anymore.
Stepping forward, she lets out a call, asking for those of the diplomatic contingent. She is fairly certain she has not passed beyond their borders, or if she has, it is not far. Waiting quietly where she had landed, her russet gaze scans the surrounding landscape, curiosity evident in those bright depths.
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