If water isn't wet, then what is freeze drying
07-23-2024, 06:14 AM
Gem waits patiently for the deer to acknowledge her. She notices how the light, frigid wind plays with the pine needles and silky fabric of the deer’s bow. Around her, the ice glitters, a constant reminder that one wrong step could mean tomorrow would never come. In a sense, Gem thinks it’s a beautiful thing. Dangerous, but beautiful. To be frozen in time with the rest of the field that lay submerged beneath the ice… Oh, she was being spoken to! Coming back to reality, Gem looks to the deer with a quizzical look. Naturally? Her brow furrows as she questions the response. Taking a few steps closer to the whimsical deer, Gem nods softly. “For me, yes,” she replies, her own tone honest and open. “I have never heard deer speak the common tongue before,” Gem continues. She had spent many an hour among the land observing the world around her, but she supposed the fauna never cared to spend much time around her. |
Hematite, Gem's Mastiff, is always with her unless stated he isn't.
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