05-01-2021, 07:23 PM
It's my turn to keep the wolves away
There came a point where Shyvnierri began to feel a twinge of hopelessness burrow throughout her breast to gorge itself full upon youthful optimism until it was nearly void. For a moment, the blood in her veins ran colder than the flurries of snow picked up and strewn by the chill of tundral breezes. It billowed hypnotically, mingling with the blues and greens, the whites and grey's of her winter laden pelt as the doe persisted to dig her hoof into the ice and snow below to expose what green lay beneath. There were so many rumours of the plant, it had to be here! But it wasn't. No matter where Shy dug, the plant would not pop its leaf from beneath the snow and for a moment, the doe felt the sting of frustration line the border of her iris. Had she travelled all this way for nothing? "Do you-" His voice would disturb her, startling her, forcing the doe to lift her head hastily to face him with alert ears directed towards the buck as he continued. "Need some help?" "That's very kind of you." She'd pause, head tilting as Shy took in the bucks appearance. He was stalwart, becoming, and his scent reminded her of the Thambai. Shy recalled the only time she'd been to the Riverlands of the south, back when her mentor had needed an incredibly common herb that grew only on the water's edge. It had taken them almost a month to return, perhaps weeks sooner had her mentor not wished to gather what they could on the voyage back. Back then, the doe had been obsessed with learning the properties of the herbs of Idris, hoping to one day be an equal to the very same woman that had - in essence - raised her. A warm smile languidly lined Shy's maw as she dipped her head in a sweep of modest gratitude. "I was search-" Again a pause caused by a thrum of power that danced across her skin and forced a visible shiver to her lithe flesh. What was this sensation? It was as if energy whispered throughout her body, luring her vision towards its direction completely oblivious to any danger the intruding buck could pose. "Did.... did you feel that?" Gentle murmur would query to the stranger, waiting for his answer before she'd make any attempt towards the strange, magnetic pull. |
Jahi