the dead are gone, and the living are hungry; draconis, any

[Lexa]

the dead are gone, and the living are hungry.

Once again she’s on her own, exploring the Jungle’s dense undergrowth. Her mother has disappeared for the day, off on a whim or on kingdom business, and Lexa is bored and alone. She’s already explored much of what the Jungle has to offer, and today she wants something … new.

But of course, nothing new appears. There are no other children about (the Jungle is sadly lacking in young these days), and the beasts are unusually quiet. So, grumbling to herself, she settles in to a secluded clearing to practice. It’s taking a bit of a leaf out of her mother’s book, but she’s otherwise at a loss for what to do.

She closes her eyes, concentrating. Her senses expand, connecting her to the very molecules of the Earth. It feels so … wonderful. So alive.

She draws the carbon to herself, encasing herself in a thin, black shell. It hardens about her, and yet, stays flexible enough that she can move with ease. She hasn’t perfected it yet, but with practice she knows it could become a very useful tool.

She extends her reach back into the soil, drawing up a black spike of pure carbon. She gasps at the effort of holding both the armour and the spike, and after a few moments, releases both. The carbon crumbles, leaving her covered in dark clumps. She shakes herself clean then leans against the trunk of a thick kapok tree. It’s not good enough yet, but it’s a start.

lexa

(ooc: bah it's terrible, but I'm only just getting used to her)