work so hard, forgot how to vacation
atticus
11-17-2024, 08:54 AM
Summer swiftly transformed into a dry Autumn. Unlike the dewy mornings of yesterday, she was now met with red skies and crinkling leaves falling quickly from branches. Grasses dried, berries bushes shriveled, and everything appeared to slink away and back into the ground. Even the rivers had dropped down a few inches, leaving animals thirsty and parched. With the weeping branches tickling her fur, Gem searched for a clean pond to sip from. Maybe she would find something to keep as well. Her paint supplies were running low and she hadn't been able to hunt anything worthwhile to use for dried skin to paint on. And though her companion, Hematite, traveled at her side, she still felt a sense of loneliness. He would chat from time to time, but the mastiff preferred silence over conversation. Gem attempted to fill the silence, but with her mouth dry and belly empty, she found it hard to carry on. A wistful sigh leaves her as her dull gaze sweeps over the seemingly empty grove. Where were the animals? The birds? The deer? Everything felt off... Sticking close to Hem, Gem led them to a glimmering creek reflecting shafts of red light through the sparse canopy. Lowering her two-toned muzzle to sip from the waters, she notices something shimmering at the bottom of the creek bed. Were those minerals? Geodes? Curious, she steps further into the water, shivering at the sudden zap of chill that runs up her legs. Carefully, she begins to pry at the sparkling stone to get it loose. |
Hematite, Gem's Mastiff, is always with her unless stated he isn't.