11-16-2019, 10:33 PM
The Forest had begun to grow stagnant.
Having spent the majority of her four young years within the place, she’d grown familiar with every nook and cranny. From the best spot to catch an afternoon sunbathing session to the worst place to look for fall ripened apples - she had come to know it all. Or anything of significant importance, she thought. But honestly, there weren’t many other things in life better than napping and eating were there?
Wanderlust had started to rise in annoying frequency, and for the first time in well, ever, she started to feel the press of her surroundings confining her. Uncomfortable and not agreeable, it was one of those itches that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t reach it. Not by her usual methods anyhow. No, the only thing that miraculously kept the tingling at bay was movement.
A change of scenery and new faces is what she sought when she crossed over the imaginary lines that divided the Forest from Loess and Loess from Taiga. A legion of redwoods greeted her there, regal and imposing amidst the low hanging fog in the early rays of daybreak. It swirled as she moved, parting and curling back to nip at her heels with every muted step atop the beds of pine needles. This place was eerie and somehow still hauntingly beautiful. When discontent urged her to keep going, she obliged, turned westward to use her shadow as an absent guide.
It’s not long before the fog begins to burn off, and the random turn she makes around a rocky outcropping brings her face to face with a poor passerby, nearly colliding with them. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were there!” Collecting herself, she takes a step back before searching for her surprise companion’s line of vision. Unable to believe that the face looking back at her is one she recognized from her past - one that she hadn’t seen since she was a young girl - she gasps, “Pteron? Is that you? What are you doing here?”
@[Pteron]
Having spent the majority of her four young years within the place, she’d grown familiar with every nook and cranny. From the best spot to catch an afternoon sunbathing session to the worst place to look for fall ripened apples - she had come to know it all. Or anything of significant importance, she thought. But honestly, there weren’t many other things in life better than napping and eating were there?
Wanderlust had started to rise in annoying frequency, and for the first time in well, ever, she started to feel the press of her surroundings confining her. Uncomfortable and not agreeable, it was one of those itches that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t reach it. Not by her usual methods anyhow. No, the only thing that miraculously kept the tingling at bay was movement.
A change of scenery and new faces is what she sought when she crossed over the imaginary lines that divided the Forest from Loess and Loess from Taiga. A legion of redwoods greeted her there, regal and imposing amidst the low hanging fog in the early rays of daybreak. It swirled as she moved, parting and curling back to nip at her heels with every muted step atop the beds of pine needles. This place was eerie and somehow still hauntingly beautiful. When discontent urged her to keep going, she obliged, turned westward to use her shadow as an absent guide.
It’s not long before the fog begins to burn off, and the random turn she makes around a rocky outcropping brings her face to face with a poor passerby, nearly colliding with them. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were there!” Collecting herself, she takes a step back before searching for her surprise companion’s line of vision. Unable to believe that the face looking back at her is one she recognized from her past - one that she hadn’t seen since she was a young girl - she gasps, “Pteron? Is that you? What are you doing here?”
@[Pteron]
