Autumn Whimsies
04-01-2017, 11:02 PM
Peregrine embraced the change of season with gusto, as she usually did. Autumn was a particularly loved season, as the harvest overtook the land in tones of vibrant gold and crimson, with crisp blue skies and blustery winds. Of course, they were not so far into the season as to experience her favorite bits, but there was a definitive change in the air, a nip which heralded colder days to come. For the time being, the world around her was shrouded in mist. It brought a chill to the air, on top of stilling it entirely. Sound seemed to move through it as if she were underwater, and Peregrine found herself feeling strangely cut off from the rest of the world. Well... From everyone but Tsiry, of course. If their friendship had been somewhat adversarial at first, she now considered the lemur one of her closest friends. Whether the prosimian would admit it or not, Pere knew she felt the same. For the moment, her orange-furred, blue-eyed friend was tugging at clumps of withering plants. Tsiry had had the idea to gather the seeds of the dying plants, intending to force Peregrine into claiming a permanent home, wondering if she might be able to coax the seedlings to grow on their own terms. Peregrine herself was dubious, doubly so about choosing a permanent home, but the idea of growing herbs she could watch grow and guide as they went was an intriguing idea. She could not say whether or not it would work, and she would have to wait a season and then some regardless, but the seeds did not take up much space at the end of the day. There was no harm in trying. So absorbed by her work, Peregrine began to loose awareness of her surroundings, completely engulfed instead by the task at hand. "Tsiry" |
