07-29-2017, 05:55 PM
“Sticks and leaves,” she tells herself. “There’s nothing to be afraid of sticks and leaves…” but she sounds unsure, and she is - Chippewa did not trust the thick dark forest. It felt like a mouth that had closed around her and swallowed her down the deeper she walked into it. Every tree became a rib, every shadow the cold press of fear against her pale side - she wanted to scream, it was oppressive in here! Why on earth did she decide to traipse through the forest of all places? She longed for a glimpse of blue ragged sky through the patchwork of leaf and branch overhead but they were so tightly woven together and too dense to give her that brief glimpse of hope.
“Sticks and leaves,” she mutters, less uncertain with each step she took.
“Oh yes, and the beasts!” Chippewa blinks in surprise, dumbfounded as a gray stallion materializes out of the forest. Maybe that is too strong of a word for it - he looked as if he had detached him from the forest in a place where he could not have possibly been before but how could she be certain? How could she be certain of anything in here? This place was too odd for the likes of her, but here he is - she ought to have noticed him, smelled him, but she was too fearful and could only hear the fretful rabbit-trip of her own heart as it hammered away in her breast. She is taken aback by his harsh tone, the way he mentions that she is intruding and how he pushes past her with a brush of feathers - wait, no, that can’t be right…
Feathers?
Yes, feathers! As in wings, and she can feel a shiver run down the length of her spine as she turns her head to follow him with her eyes. She might well as have turned her entire body to follow him, for all that she is staring in bewilderment at him. Chippewa gives a nervous laugh, “Lucky for me… hah!” Still, how does he have wings? She’s never seen such a thing, not in the canyons or out on the long grass. She has a small mind stuck in a small world though her feeble brain is starting to grasp that there is so much more to this world than meets the eye! “Y-you must be some kind of b-beast to have those!” she blurts out. Mustn’t he? And if not a beast… a god? Something else?
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ooc: sorry this is long overdue and ick <3