Swallet Ringaling [Ouse]
08-07-2020, 09:32 PM
Ouse Boann
It had been quite some time since Ouse had shared her tales with a group. She was feeling that familiar itch. It was like a fullness within her. The stories were building up inside and needed to be released. Since that was the case, it was time for the painted woman to be on her way. Ouse had stopped here to simply relax and give her wandering paws a break. Now she was over-relaxed. She would quickly find herself on the move once more and would be in search of a pack or group that she could regale with her tales. Before setting off, Ouse applied her paints. They were like a billboard of sorts. A sign. Where she came from, storytellers painted themselves to let everyone know who they were. Today, her snow white features were swathed in blues and golds. Her legs as well were painted. With the application finished, Ouse began to pick her way across the strange little bridge of sand. Sea birds were singing above as they flitted from one palm to the next. The sun was warm, but the gentle breeze wafting off of the sea kept Ouse from overheating. Glancing down, the woman was surprised to see not one set of fresh paw prints, but two. Putting on a bit more speed, the pale fae worked to catch up to those that passed before her. Perhaps they could travel together a bit. Traveling with company was better than traveling alone. She called out to a pair of shapes up ahead, her smooth tones tinged with an unmistakable Scottish accent. "Halloooo up there! Yoohoo!" "Speech" |