Paper Planes
11-25-2018, 06:36 PM
The Wreckage woman had only recently arrived in the South, and she'd taken it upon herself to start exploring the territories surrounding Kesali. She was far from home, but it would be worthwhile for her to know the lands far and wide. She wanted to know where the herds roamed, to see if they appeared to be getting restless - she needed to know if they'd be moving on to other lands for the winter ahead. Not only that, but time was of the essence if she were to harvest the last herbs of the season. Thus, she found herself upon the plateau, her gaze picking up on some of the foreign objects strewn around. They were interesting, but she remained cautious and kept her distance, eyeing the symmetrical, metal things. She had no name for any of the things she saw, as she'd never seen nor heard of anything like these.
Amongst her explorations, something of even greater interest caught her eye in the distance. Was that a wolf, or was it a spirit lingering on this torn up plateau? Honeyberry picked up her pace, her curiosity getting the best of her. As she approached the large male, she still wasn't quite sure if he was real or not. She'd never seen a wolf with a coat like his - it was glorious in comparison to her own bland coat of grays. The only thing that stood out on her frame were the stripes along her cheeks and paws, but even those were unremarkable in comparison to the star-painted wolf before her. Realizing that she'd probably had her eyes on him a little too long without saying anything, she cleared her throat, feeling her cheeks blush slightly.
"Hello there," she greeted him, noticing that his scent was just as natural as any wolf she'd met. Perhaps he was not a spirit after all, but a wolf with the most fascinating coat patterns she had ever seen. "I just have to comment on your coat," she said, a smile forming on her lips, hoping he wouldn't be offended, "It's just... breathtaking! From a distance I thought perhaps you were a spirit!" She hoped her friendly nature didn't take him off-guard; she hadn't failed to notice the somewhat brooding expression on his face. Expressions like that never deterred her, of course, for she always wanted to try to cheer others up if they looked a little down.
Amongst her explorations, something of even greater interest caught her eye in the distance. Was that a wolf, or was it a spirit lingering on this torn up plateau? Honeyberry picked up her pace, her curiosity getting the best of her. As she approached the large male, she still wasn't quite sure if he was real or not. She'd never seen a wolf with a coat like his - it was glorious in comparison to her own bland coat of grays. The only thing that stood out on her frame were the stripes along her cheeks and paws, but even those were unremarkable in comparison to the star-painted wolf before her. Realizing that she'd probably had her eyes on him a little too long without saying anything, she cleared her throat, feeling her cheeks blush slightly.
"Hello there," she greeted him, noticing that his scent was just as natural as any wolf she'd met. Perhaps he was not a spirit after all, but a wolf with the most fascinating coat patterns she had ever seen. "I just have to comment on your coat," she said, a smile forming on her lips, hoping he wouldn't be offended, "It's just... breathtaking! From a distance I thought perhaps you were a spirit!" She hoped her friendly nature didn't take him off-guard; she hadn't failed to notice the somewhat brooding expression on his face. Expressions like that never deterred her, of course, for she always wanted to try to cheer others up if they looked a little down.