Daily there was training. Learning, exploring, practicing, torturing, growing—all a part of the day by day routine her mother encouraged her to do. Her time of life had been short, but already the slight progressions she made each week were becoming more noticeable. What started as the shadows upon the ground bending to reach to her as she passed, had grown to the stygian girl being able to cultivate and congregate them. Manipulating them was taking some time to master, though she was able to spin a handful of inky tendrils to do her bidding or cast the near proximity into darkness. It would take time to learn her full capabilities, Mother had explained one day, but it did little to diminish the impatience than began to seep into her. Like today, having been unable to manipulate the tendrils to keep up with the fleeting grace of a startled deer, she’d grown frustrated and found she wanted nothing more than to get out of the boring yellows and reds of Sylva for some time. If Mother caught her, Sibella was content to tell her she was simply leaving to train on a different terrain. And it wasn’t an entire untruth.
Sibella traversed a large span before her journey brought her to cross the shallows of a river. Choosing to remain near the familiar shadows, she skimmed around the flat plains of a meadow, keeping within the treeline. Someone small was following her, and she didn’t bother to look back or stop to see who it was; she suspected as much that it was Mother’s chameleon child, Kreep.
A voice catches her attention, and lazily she changes direction to follow its path. She catches sight of two colts; a larger bay and white toned and a smaller black and blue one. The vibrations through the shade lead her to believe another one is nearby, though she makes no move to find out where it’s hidden. The black wisps upon her back flutter briefly as she comes to stand beneath the shade given off by a large tree trunk just as the brown plague washes over the nearby foliage. The girl makes no attempt to fully conceal herself in the shadow, so if they would peer hard enough they would see the outline of her shape and bright yellow of her eyes.
”What are you doing." her flat and hardly a question without the proper inflection, matching the expressionless gaze she watches them with.
@[Beetlejuice] @[Zain] @[Drax] @[Rajanish] @[Kreep]
Sibella traversed a large span before her journey brought her to cross the shallows of a river. Choosing to remain near the familiar shadows, she skimmed around the flat plains of a meadow, keeping within the treeline. Someone small was following her, and she didn’t bother to look back or stop to see who it was; she suspected as much that it was Mother’s chameleon child, Kreep.
A voice catches her attention, and lazily she changes direction to follow its path. She catches sight of two colts; a larger bay and white toned and a smaller black and blue one. The vibrations through the shade lead her to believe another one is nearby, though she makes no move to find out where it’s hidden. The black wisps upon her back flutter briefly as she comes to stand beneath the shade given off by a large tree trunk just as the brown plague washes over the nearby foliage. The girl makes no attempt to fully conceal herself in the shadow, so if they would peer hard enough they would see the outline of her shape and bright yellow of her eyes.
”What are you doing." her flat and hardly a question without the proper inflection, matching the expressionless gaze she watches them with.
@[Beetlejuice] @[Zain] @[Drax] @[Rajanish] @[Kreep]