...mistakes were made [gathering]
07-16-2016, 05:23 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-16-2016, 05:26 PM by Peregrine.)
Spring had consumed the world. It had swallowed them whole and it had plants for guts. Seriously, there were more plants here than Peregrine had ever thought possible. The East was as lush a realm as she had ever seen, and all at once she wanted to both scour every inch and flee to see what the rest of the continent held for her now that the season had turned. Unfortunately, it didn't seem as if she would be doing either any time soon. She was hungry. Like 'Wow' hungry. Like 'Oh no' hungry, and she did not like to be that way. Usually she could trade for her food but between how commerce starved this realm remained, even after her staunchest efforts, and her general lack of success last season, she had nothing to offer. Her stomach growled like she had consumed a baby bear whole. It felt like it was beating up the rest of her guts, too, which was definitely worse. She'd come across a beautiful swath of sand but the shore held little of value, clear of any noteworthy debris. She'd made her way north along the shore and found a much less eroded section of shore. Currently she was sat at the edge of a small pool worn into a slab of bedrock beach. She stared into the water, glared really, at the pair of fish that swam there. Swam there mocking her with their agility and seeming omnipotence. She curled a lip, glaring indeed, because they had been evading her for the better part of a half hour. Her fur was damp and tasted of salt and the tide was rising. Soon the bastards would be free, and she would remain hungry. Tsiry, scouting about farther up the beach, was doing her best not to laugh. |
