Well, at least it's better
Artorias
Bulwark
Bard
03-07-2021, 09:30 AM
Part of her had hoped that she might have better luck finding some herbs or plant life of any kind as she moved further south, but perhaps that was a hopeless dream. She walked over to the trees that lined the otherwise empty field and studied them for a moment, tipping her head with a slight frown at their completely bare limbs. There was a light coating of ice over almost every inch of bark, encapsulating the plant in a shiny coating that would have been beautiful if it wasn’t so bothersome. The sound of crunching snow gave away the approach of someone else and as soon as she heard a voice calling out to her she cast her turquoise gaze toward the wolf in question. Perhaps it was because his coloring was far more distinctive than her own from a distance, but as soon as she saw him the memories immediately clicked into place while he didn’t seem to know who she was straight away. Something jogged his memory though as she turned to look at him and she couldn’t help but smirk at the shocked expression he wore. “Well well, if it isn’t Blue Boy!” she teased with a grin, turning away from the tree she had been inspecting so that she could face him properly. She gave him a quick once over, noting to herself how much he had grown, but she had grown just as much. In fact, they seemed to be matching each other in height. “I was wondering if I’d run into any Hallows wolves... Oh, and you have a friend! What’s your name?” she asked, tipping her head a bit to look past him at the raven perched on his back. |
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