Laying Boundaries

*Costa* · 01-08-2016, 07:28 PM

Costa rested below a stout willow tree whose droopy branches surrounded her and hid her. The grass around her had already changed so much in the short time since she had let herself become rooted here. Spring saw warmer weather and lots of water which had everything green and in a hurry to bloom, breed, and prep for winter to come again.

It was a harsh cycle, shortened by their proximity to the north, but it was a thing of beauty. There were flowers of all sorts of colors and the herbs were popping up more and more. She had created a stock in the gnarled trunk that she rested against now where its base has grown up twisting about until it formed a pit. She checked it frequently, finding a problem with squirrels already.

There was a mumbling from somewhere behind her, the sound thrown by the tree and causing her to look around in confusion. She stood up, lavender eyes searching as she stepped forward so that her head peeped out from the shroud of earthbound leaves. She was surprised to see Mithras, who appeared to be taking a break from whatever activities he had been involved in. She looked around for minute before moving toward him.

Costa sat down a good six feet from him, still having to tip her head back to look him in the eyes. "Hello Mithras, [i]my king[i] or whatever I'm supposed to call you?" There was a confusion to her tone, taking up to mask her tease as she called him king. She didn't know him well enough to joke, hopefully he would overlook that. "Busy, I would assume? I'm still getting a feel of the land and have been hunting down herbs. I think I may need to start growing some of my own so that they don't all get used up."

"Speech"

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