That ain't dancing, Sally
12-26-2017, 10:56 PM
Navigation - The God's Garden.
She was free of the bite of winter in Boreas, and on her way to see the man who'd piqued her interest. In classic Iskra manner, she had decided to take a short detour first, and found herself prancing through pretty flowers and herbs that meant nothing to her. They smelled vaguely familiar, but, she wasn't the healer type so she happily trampled right over everything in her path as she made her way through the foliage with an easy grin on her face.
Ahead, she was aware of the presence of a male. Having caught his scent on the wind, the red woman took her sweet time in approaching. The plants really got crazy when she passed the smattering of trees and entered the open clearing. Spying a man with a mottled dark pelt - who appeared to be sashaying his way through the pretty plants without a care in the world - Iskra laughed without bothering to keep her voice soft. On a whim she loped over, stopping a short distance away and pranced sideways, legs crossing over each other as she moved smoothly and seemingly effortlessly through the plants. Her strides matched his and she grinned, tail wagging.
She was free of the bite of winter in Boreas, and on her way to see the man who'd piqued her interest. In classic Iskra manner, she had decided to take a short detour first, and found herself prancing through pretty flowers and herbs that meant nothing to her. They smelled vaguely familiar, but, she wasn't the healer type so she happily trampled right over everything in her path as she made her way through the foliage with an easy grin on her face.
Ahead, she was aware of the presence of a male. Having caught his scent on the wind, the red woman took her sweet time in approaching. The plants really got crazy when she passed the smattering of trees and entered the open clearing. Spying a man with a mottled dark pelt - who appeared to be sashaying his way through the pretty plants without a care in the world - Iskra laughed without bothering to keep her voice soft. On a whim she loped over, stopping a short distance away and pranced sideways, legs crossing over each other as she moved smoothly and seemingly effortlessly through the plants. Her strides matched his and she grinned, tail wagging.