Whoop-dee-do
To: Koala; Subject: Make words
05-01-2020, 02:58 PM
Winter was looming on the horizon. Perhaps it had already arrived for those who called the northern lands home, but for Aggie is was a ghostly specter. It loomed on the edge of her vision, but hadn't quite sunk its teeth in. The mornings were frostbitten and the afternoons not exactly cold, but she had yet to plow through a foot of snow. So... Not winter. But close. Aggie found herself in the lowlands of the Faller's Fjord. The cliffs on either side of her were dramatic, picturesque, and insurmountable. They seemed to be howling at her, 'South! Go south! To warmer lands!' but she hesitated. She'd spent so little time in Boreas since her return, so to flee into Auster somehow felt disingenuous. As if she hadn't spent enough time catching up with an old friend before setting them aside for another. This was nonsense, obviously. She knew that the lands held no similar feelings for her, and any of her hesitancies would not be reciprocated. But... still. It was a toss up. Brave a Borean winter, or brave the Austran dry season. If she was quick there would likely still be herbs for her to gather, food for her to eat, new sights to see. Aggie sighed. "Are we going to stay here all day, then?" Ylva's voice lacked it usual bite. It was probably just force of habit, Aggie reckoned. She knew the red panda currently perched atop her shoulders didn't care much where they ended up. It was the lack of decisiveness that irked her. "We might," Aggie mused. "And maybe we'll stay for the next day, and the day after that too. Do you have somewhere to be?" The red panda scoffed, but no, she didn't. Neither of them was bound by a schedule, nor responsibility. Both liked it that way. But it didn't keep this from feeling like any less of a choice. "Talk" "Listen" Think |
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