Her journeys had been halted by many a extravagant sight to behold, but none like what reflected off the slate tempest's peridot gems. A temple would stand before her, with large twisting branches of chipped marble twining about one another, and lying within the floor, smooth and cool beneath her pink pads. Musk would clog her nostrils, but the sight surely was worth the troublesome scents.
Thick roots from trees all around the shrine would meet at a circular pool of calm water, twining with calloused curves and spiraling to the bottom of the oasis. "What a gorgeous palace... Almost fit for a queen's throne..." As the words slid off her lips, a familiar tinge twisted at her stomach, but it felt good. Was it perhaps her ambitious side returning. Of course, should she take a pack for herself, it would obviously be a recreation of her deceased clan, a reminiscence of the past. Still yet, she could not help but to wonder if it were meant to be or if it were not her destiny.
After her speech, the once noisy and alive forest seemed to silence itself, as if it were welcoming a new visitor to the scene, to find the slate blue tempest lying beside a marbled palace. Peridot gems scanned the undergrowth for any visitors, perhaps someone who would share the moment with herself.
