04-27-2019, 02:55 PM
She's come here before when she had no direction. A mist has settled across the autumn morning and it conjures the images of thin veiled ghosts that that threaten to haunt her dreams. The mocha form of the bay woman is nearly a show as she watches from the thicket of brush and sleepy trees. Elk is unsure if she should break the woodland edge but there was nothing for her outside of Beqanna.
One leg is in front of the other before she realizes it and she is moving through the damp cloud of the early morning autumn mist, clinging to her skin, darkening the hair slightly. The hooded eyes that rest withing her mares skull are watching and observant as there are small qualities of deer picking their way through the tall grasses. Paths carve through, grasses bend, to reveal a trail where there is water and smoother grounds.
Elk follows silently, her lips part to snag a few strands of grass that tickle her belly before she is in an open area. The morning is still quiet and there are few other creatures that stir in Beqanna. A mindful peace fills her head and heart as she inhales deeply, bathing in the feeling of the delicate solitude.
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One leg is in front of the other before she realizes it and she is moving through the damp cloud of the early morning autumn mist, clinging to her skin, darkening the hair slightly. The hooded eyes that rest withing her mares skull are watching and observant as there are small qualities of deer picking their way through the tall grasses. Paths carve through, grasses bend, to reveal a trail where there is water and smoother grounds.
Elk follows silently, her lips part to snag a few strands of grass that tickle her belly before she is in an open area. The morning is still quiet and there are few other creatures that stir in Beqanna. A mindful peace fills her head and heart as she inhales deeply, bathing in the feeling of the delicate solitude.
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