Zelia wasn't particularly sure why she was standing in this hidden sea of grass, but nonetheless there she was. A splash of colour on a barren canvas. Her winter coat was a rusting silver lake in the sun. Her ears, which seemed to have shrunk amidst the extra hair, followed the surrounding sounds with unease. Her neck seemed to extend as she raised her head high, glancing across the once golden field she stood in. A thick cloud escaped her nares with every breath forced into the chilling air. The astonishing cold had settled against her coat, looking for an enterance. Her eyes worked across the landscape, observing every detail, from the small flurries of snow that danced with the breeze, to the few clouds sliding across an otherwise empty sky.
Despite the emptiness that was this field, Zelia rather liked her surroundings. There were few places for danger to hide, plenty of access to sunlight, and silence. The kind of silence that let one's mind glide to a peacefulness which slips through every tendon.
OOC:Oh my, I am so out of practice.
Despite the emptiness that was this field, Zelia rather liked her surroundings. There were few places for danger to hide, plenty of access to sunlight, and silence. The kind of silence that let one's mind glide to a peacefulness which slips through every tendon.
OOC:Oh my, I am so out of practice.