Random Mini Event: Surfs Up (Way Up)
06-17-2023, 03:30 AM
in her infinite quest to map out as much of these strange new lands as possible, Dulla finds herself on the silken shores of an unfamiliar beach - a terrain she has very little experience with. it is this she’d have liked to blame for her distraction, drawn to the golden hues of the setting sun, the slow withdrawal of the water at her feet. with scarcely any prior knowledge, this does not strike her as strange as it should’ve; for all she knows, water may behave this way often in such a territory. and as she squints at the writhing blue line in the distance, a familiar calico pelt catches her eye.
“Jack!” she calls out, pleased to have met a familiar face. their introduction has helped to settle her misgivings about these new lands - and a part of her, childish though it may be, believes Jack knows everything about these territories. surely he’ll explain the water and it’s unusual movements? but as she trots across the sand to reach his side, her fur prickles with unease, and something stirs in the pit of her belly. tension hangs thick in the air, and judging by Jack’s expression, he’s sensing it, too. “what is it?” she whispers, as though any louder will send it all crumbling down…whatever ‘it’ is.
beyond, the water drives forward, barreling right for her oblivious figure.
“Jack!” she calls out, pleased to have met a familiar face. their introduction has helped to settle her misgivings about these new lands - and a part of her, childish though it may be, believes Jack knows everything about these territories. surely he’ll explain the water and it’s unusual movements? but as she trots across the sand to reach his side, her fur prickles with unease, and something stirs in the pit of her belly. tension hangs thick in the air, and judging by Jack’s expression, he’s sensing it, too. “what is it?” she whispers, as though any louder will send it all crumbling down…whatever ‘it’ is.
beyond, the water drives forward, barreling right for her oblivious figure.