A Random Event Has Occurred!
Brightly colors birds are not the only things waiting in the thick, humid jungle. But they are perhaps the loudest, louder even than the sea against the too bright sand.
Deep in the jungle the doe waits. She's pale brown, lighter even than the sand on the beach that seems so far away. A crown of stone rings her head where antlers made of bone should be. She wears the pale amethysts, and sapphires deeper than the ocean, upon her head like each tine of precious stone was made of air. Each of her steps seems lighter than it should and a closer inspection will show that she leaves no marks on the sandy jungle floor.
Stranger still is the look in her eyes. It's a promise, a warning, a whisper than her antlers make not a crown but a map. The golden light in her eyes is a small sun that's pretending to be a moon. Each leafy frond that it falls across starts to smoke.
She pauses, the doe with her wealthy crown, when Asterion crosses her path. Her delicate nose flares once, almost violently (like a lion instead of a lamb). Those bright, hot eyes blink, blink, blink. She inhales---
and then she's gone, nothing more than a pale ghost who leaves behind only a quivering trail of smoking fronds.
Deep in the jungle the doe waits. She's pale brown, lighter even than the sand on the beach that seems so far away. A crown of stone rings her head where antlers made of bone should be. She wears the pale amethysts, and sapphires deeper than the ocean, upon her head like each tine of precious stone was made of air. Each of her steps seems lighter than it should and a closer inspection will show that she leaves no marks on the sandy jungle floor.
Stranger still is the look in her eyes. It's a promise, a warning, a whisper than her antlers make not a crown but a map. The golden light in her eyes is a small sun that's pretending to be a moon. Each leafy frond that it falls across starts to smoke.
She pauses, the doe with her wealthy crown, when Asterion crosses her path. Her delicate nose flares once, almost violently (like a lion instead of a lamb). Those bright, hot eyes blink, blink, blink. She inhales---
and then she's gone, nothing more than a pale ghost who leaves behind only a quivering trail of smoking fronds.
She inhales once, and then she flees.
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