Gimme what I want
05-04-2019, 05:26 PM
A heavy sigh fell from Ásvor's lips as she paced quietly through the rows of rubble, avoiding the sharper pieces with measured precision. The last thing she needed was to limp back home, bleeding like a fool and earning worried questions from Valdis over a simple misstep. No, instead she was cautious as she navigated over the flat terrain, head held low to the ground and eyes peeled for anything of interest. Her tongue lolled from the side of the mouth as she panted to cool herself off. Summer was already making its presence known loudly to the continent, and Ásvor wasn't quite sure how to feel about the sudden arrival of heat. The warmth of spring had been pleasant, even refreshing, but today the afternoon sun felt almost stifling to the northern-raised Finnvi. Occasionally she stopped to nose through a pile of discarded junk, but mostly to see what herbs might be growing beneath the mess. Somehow the strongest plants managed to grow in these fertile lands no matter what obstacles lay in their path, and she'd already seen more than one plant peeking through the piles of sharp, gleaming metal. Nothing that she was looking for, though, so she redirected her course and continued on, feeling determined despite her lack of success so far today. |