Luvena
As Novus made its way into the heart of spring, she found her spirits lifting. She had now made it through an entire season in this land, without it fading or crumbling. Without disaster striking her life once again. and though she dared not hope, she wondered if, finally, she could settle to live out the remainder of her days. She was sure they were numbered now that immortality had left her, though at least she wasn't fending for herself in a desert this time. She had been spending a great deal of time in the hospital, rebuilding stores, brushing up on local fauna, prepping herself for the spring. For with spring, she had learned, often came changes. from allergies to wars, it was a time of destruction and rebirth. But, as much as she enjoyed the smell of drying herbs, it could get musty and suffocating, and as she often did when she felt trapped, she wandered to the sea.
She had seen the Prrastigia cliffs already and wanted to see what other areas lay along the coast. So she had ventured through the swamp and around the bay, crossing the Bellum Steppe, and sneaking along the borders of the night court until she reached the towering cliffs of the Terminus Sea.
they were impressive, huge towers of crumbling rock, pieces eaten away by the raging sea below. Even with the tides retreating it was terrifying. beautiful. She wondered what it looked like when the sea was high. She imagined the waves would reach where she was standing now, meters away from the edge. Something about the sea here was mesmerizing. The water eddied around the rocks, angry and festering, yet there were spots of calm, where the currents moved in harmony, and the sea stilled. Her dull eyes strained to take in every detail she could.
Her heart longed to move closer, as she had in Elysium, looking out over the waves, standing against the strong winds that should have blown her away. But, she didn't trust her feet to safely navigate the terrain beneath her, jagged and full of small pits. One misstep and she would be sent tumbling, and she doubted she would have the strength to get back up.
She saw another, silhouetted further down the coastline. She gingerly picked her way across the rocky cliffs, lifting her feet high, stumbling once or twice. As she grew closer she could see he was tall, with two horns growing forward from behind his ears. She stood a little way downwind from him, much farther from the edge. Feeling brave, she let out a gentle whinny to get his attention, though she was careful. She didn't want to startle him, where he stood so precariously. Picoro, the sloth, who clung gently to her withers let out a gentle hiss at her. "Luvena, do you even have a plan if he turns nasty? You have no chance of running away". She shushed him promptly.
"Are you alright?" she called. She wasn't often the one asking that question.
@ElToro
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