03-30-2023, 11:01 PM
Zohariel misses the waters that stretched across Beqanna - she misses the way they reflected the sky and how still they were when there was no wind so that they were a perfect mirror. Everything had been so simple then - there were only so many places to go and she did not remember enough of what Beqanna had been like before to mourn its loss.
This new shape, though, she is not sure what to make of it. The waters have receded and left natural formations that impede her view of the sky. The mountains and trees are beautiful in their own way, she supposes, but she’s been wandering looking for somewhere that can capture her attention the way the waters did. She travels up the eastern coast, since the western is kind of not an option at the moment, enjoying the peace. Afternoon is moving to evening when she arrives at a cove. Here she can see a piece of the water that had captured her affection during the floods, though she has no idea just how spectacular it will be once the moon is out.
Stardust wafts from her mane and tail as she pauses in her wanderings to stand in the shallow water, humming softly to herself as she does - her golden gaze back on the shore, wondering what land it is she has wandered into.
This new shape, though, she is not sure what to make of it. The waters have receded and left natural formations that impede her view of the sky. The mountains and trees are beautiful in their own way, she supposes, but she’s been wandering looking for somewhere that can capture her attention the way the waters did. She travels up the eastern coast, since the western is kind of not an option at the moment, enjoying the peace. Afternoon is moving to evening when she arrives at a cove. Here she can see a piece of the water that had captured her affection during the floods, though she has no idea just how spectacular it will be once the moon is out.
Stardust wafts from her mane and tail as she pauses in her wanderings to stand in the shallow water, humming softly to herself as she does - her golden gaze back on the shore, wondering what land it is she has wandered into.
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margot