Legacy Ancora

She’d been unable to sleep, and after a long walk after informing Ardyn she was going out, Legacy set eyes upon a brightly moonlit valley she’d heard called Emerald Valley. Brightly lit by the moon, and by multitudes of glowing plants, more apparent from her vantage point than they would have been up close. Other glowing forms shifted in the blue-purpled night—animals of the smaller Kind. Where normally they’d have been hidden in the dark, the strange anomalies of this winter’s event made them stand out in shades of blue or purple, sometimes both. And everywhere she looked, there were fireflies, shining and flashing cold blue. Legacy drew in a breath and made her way down a trail, glad for the snug warmth of the deer pelt and large pouches on either side. Less about the warmth, really, and more about the comfort the items brought. Pausing at a cluster of Motherwort, she bent to examine the stand, sniffing to see if the glow changed the scent at all, or if the change was just cosmetic. The plant itself blazed in almost pulsating blue light, and she hesitated to cut any of it, frowning in thought as she considered the best way to test the foliage affected by … whatever this was that was going on in the world. Maybe her mother would know a bit about this? The Nomads would surely be investigating this anomaly closely. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Hudson was having a midnight drink, observing the strange world with naïve eyes. Why had he seen a purple vole? And a blue deer? He was sure his vision was failing - his mother did always say his green eyes were not as reliable - and he wondered if he should find a healer. He wandered the grasses, absolutely bewildered. The blues and purples were beautiful, though. Not the worst way for your vision to go out.

He let out a big yawn and gripped the ground for a huge stretch, and when he straightened back out he was surprised to see Legacy, covered in pelts and pouches, just a few good gallops away. Because of her unique markings, he could probably tell it was her even if she was all covered up except for half her face. His tail gave a gentle swoosh as he called out. "Legacy, is that you?" He said, even though he knew.

Legacy Ancora

Heavier pawsteps than that of the small wildlife – and familiar in cadence, she thought, picking through her memories for a match – paused; a yawn, a scuff and the subtle rumble of muscles and scratch of claws in soil as someone stretched. Legacy had pulled a long leg bone from a long-dead fawn from her pouches and slotted it between her black-dipped toes, using the ‘wand’ to gently probe the glowing Motherwort and turn the winter-dormant leaves to examine their veins when her black-backed ears had flicked toward the sound of another drawing near. The plant’s veins were a glowing network of pulsating light, and she made a note of that in her head as she looked up with a smile, finally recognizing who the steps belonged to, a beat before Hudson actually called out. The man had been a good exploring buddy on the Dancefloor, and she called out, voice soft against the night. “Hello, Hudson. How are you on these strange nights? I’ve never seen Motherwort glow before.” She tipped her muzzle toward the plant, bone frond still gently turning and manipulating the leaves. She was still leery of touching it with her own paws or mouth. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think