Don't Come After Me Like That

*Pyralis* · 03-17-2019, 12:55 PM

Long, low strips of fog filled the green hollows and ravines near the Redbud Nook. The mists feathered over the creeks and rivers in the early hours of the morning. The torrential rain storm the night before was finally starting to ease up but still the sky sputtered and spit. Pyralis pinned her ears to her head in annoyance as she headed south toward the canyon. Alkali flew from tree branch to tree branch, not caring to linger too long in the rain-filled air. Pyralis' travel was slow and methodical. The rush of rain from the storm in addition to the snow melt was causing numerous rivers to swell. Lowland areas were filled with standing water and fields seemed to turn to glass as they reflected the sky. Surely but steadily she worked her way down off Mount Volkan and into the Redbud Nook proper.

Spring was in full bloom, little pink buds adorning the trees. It was beautiful. The buds would be fleeting and she wished to enjoy the splash of color before the heat of summer moved fully into Boreas. Clouds still scattered through the sky but she could see the faint rays of sun seeking to break through the cover to start warming the earth for which she was grateful. Pyralis sought to do more exploration in Boreas but there was only so much of the harsh Borean winter that she cared to tolerate at a time. Maybe she was starting to be affected by her age. It was a frightening thought to look into the face of mortality. For so long she'd felt like a goddess. Like she was immortal in every way and would never have to face the specter of death. Of course her family had their faith but her faith seemed to roll in and out like the tide.

Sighing she moved carefully toward the edge of the creek to get a drink. She moved slowly, wrinkling her nose at the feeling of cold mud beneath her paws. She bent her head to lap and the cool water. At least she didn't need to worry about going thirsty. Her ears twitched as she thought she heard the movement of something large in the trees but when she looked up she saw nothing and quickly returned to her drink. Bears were rolling out of hibernation at this time of year. She didn't know if any particularly hungry creature might take a go at her.

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