don't talk to me about superheroes
06-13-2014, 05:23 PM
Gossamir trotted along in good spirits, the plague was gone, everyone had survived, and she was continuing her training from a nomadic loner named Shilah. They were going alphabetically through the main herbs available in Alacritis. She chuckled to herself. He was an odd brute. A little shy but really sweet. Fronds of Agrimony and Alder Buckthorn dripped from either side of her mouth as she walked. Thunder cracked and Gossamir slowed as she looked up to see the darkening storm clouds heading her way. A squall. Shit. She couldn't outrun this storm, she'd have to find some shelter. Another boom of thunder caused Gossy to jump, startled, before she bolted off in a run. Rain followed quickly, soaking the small femme to her bones. It was then a yowl caught her attention. Gossamir turned to see a large furry butt flailing in the wind. Well, well?. now what did she have here? Stashing her herbs away she padded over to investigate. "Let me guess? pretending to be a chipmunk?" Sharpening my words... |
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