01-15-2024, 09:09 PM
The slowly drifting snow swallows her voice, and there is nothing but silence in response to Nizhonii’s call. There is no bright laughter of a sister revealing a joke, or the reprimanding bark of a tutor punishing her inattention with visions of a frozen prison.
Instead, the world remains constant as she steps deeper into it.
The snow at her heels is cold against her skin, out-of-season and unexpected in the world she’d come from. Nizhonii shivers, looking toward the distant Forest. The trees do not look inviting, but nor do these rolling empty hills. There’s no shelter here, so she turns her turquoise gaze once more to the trees as she weighs her options.
At this second glance toward the bare-branched woods, she sees the stranger.
He does not look especially monstrous or dangerous, and he bears none of the hallmarks of the clans her people are wary of. Steeling her courage, Nizhonii moves closer, doing her best to ignore the cold and snow. She offers the unfamiliar stallion a smile that is cut short by a sudden gust of wind.
“Hello. Where are we, exactly? And how far are we from the Emerald Sea?” Once she finds out how far she’s Drifted she’ll know what to do. Or at least that’s what she’s told herself, and the hope keeps most of the worry out of her jewel-bright gaze as she waits for him to reply.
@Lautner
Instead, the world remains constant as she steps deeper into it.
The snow at her heels is cold against her skin, out-of-season and unexpected in the world she’d come from. Nizhonii shivers, looking toward the distant Forest. The trees do not look inviting, but nor do these rolling empty hills. There’s no shelter here, so she turns her turquoise gaze once more to the trees as she weighs her options.
At this second glance toward the bare-branched woods, she sees the stranger.
He does not look especially monstrous or dangerous, and he bears none of the hallmarks of the clans her people are wary of. Steeling her courage, Nizhonii moves closer, doing her best to ignore the cold and snow. She offers the unfamiliar stallion a smile that is cut short by a sudden gust of wind.
“Hello. Where are we, exactly? And how far are we from the Emerald Sea?” Once she finds out how far she’s Drifted she’ll know what to do. Or at least that’s what she’s told herself, and the hope keeps most of the worry out of her jewel-bright gaze as she waits for him to reply.
@Lautner