Break out of your shell
for Poesy
09-26-2024, 01:46 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-26-2024, 01:52 PM by Astaroth. Edited 2 times in total.)
As mother and mommy's reigns loosened just a bit on their children, Astaroth felt her mind expand. The world was so big and so grand- it really felt like everything she saw was hers for the taking, and she was eager to drink it all in. More, more, more. She was hungry for experience, though knew better than to push too far and face the wrath of her mothers by breaking their rules.
Wandering through the Range, in search of something to keep her mind entertained, her attention was captured by a bit of vine hanging off an old fence post. Though Boreas was in the height of summer, some vegetation didn't seem to quite agree with the heat; Astaroth tilted her head as she observed the vines, wondering how strong they were.
Maybe she could make something out of them...? Gently she tugged on them, noting they'd already been torn free from the ground. they seemed quite strong, not at all like blades of grass or even the stems of a flower, but they looked more like skinny, bendy trees- just a lot smaller, of course.
Tugging, trying not to get too frustrated with how they tangled up on the wooden post as she tried to free them, she kept working at the bit of vine until it was free. Yes, she could probably make something cool with this! Maybe a gift for one of her mothers... she mused thoughtfully over it.
Wandering through the Range, in search of something to keep her mind entertained, her attention was captured by a bit of vine hanging off an old fence post. Though Boreas was in the height of summer, some vegetation didn't seem to quite agree with the heat; Astaroth tilted her head as she observed the vines, wondering how strong they were.
Maybe she could make something out of them...? Gently she tugged on them, noting they'd already been torn free from the ground. they seemed quite strong, not at all like blades of grass or even the stems of a flower, but they looked more like skinny, bendy trees- just a lot smaller, of course.
Tugging, trying not to get too frustrated with how they tangled up on the wooden post as she tried to free them, she kept working at the bit of vine until it was free. Yes, she could probably make something cool with this! Maybe a gift for one of her mothers... she mused thoughtfully over it.