01-19-2019, 01:24 PM
Wander does what Wander does best: wander away! To the Mountain that she’s heard so much talk of as of late. Her face fills with awe; it is every inch of magnificent as the murmurs have said as she slows to a walk. She’s just in time to see a small crowd gather before a fairy - an actual live fairy! So small and delicate, robes in flowers with eyes like two small suns - so bright and warm. Wander cannot look away; she’s entranced by the entreaty to go find Spring’s first blooms in a bevy of colors. Especially when she learns that they must look on her current homeland.
Excitement fills her, as does purpose. It is nice to have purpose, she thinks as the group disbanded and each went on their merry rushed way. Wander too, felt the need for haste and she ran down familiar paths that would speed her home safely and quickly. Her eyes look left and right for the familiar patches of flowers that are sure to be in bloom. She knows just where to collect one of each color: red, white, yellow, pink, and orange. Pteron and her have played many games amongst those flowers! Thinking of him and the flowers and the quest at hand, put a smile on her young face.
But as she skimmed over the Pampas like a bird in flight - only wingless and earth-bound, she plowed through another crop of flowers that she did not recognize. Petals and pollen flew into the air as she broke stems and blooms, causing a fragrance to rise up that tickled her nose. Wander began to sneeze until the sneezes became a series of yawns and her steps slowed. Eventually she just toppled over mid-stride amidst the powerful flowers that made her sleepy.
She didn’t even have time to protest between all the sneezing and yawning; just one little sleepy “Oh!” of surprise and then, Wander was snoring softly on a pillow of potent blooms and earth.
ooc: short and sweet! <3