LUVENA
The plains were bitterly cold. As novus crawled deeper in Autumn, the temperatures dropped and the winds picked up, and in the eleutheria plains, there were no trees or bushes to break the strong gusts that swept through the grasses. That being said, it was one of the few places that one could gather herbs this late in the season, and she intended to stock the clinic as fully as she could before she passed it off to Pol.
She was still trying to figure out how to ask her. She knew her apprentice was ready, but she feared that she wouldn’t agree. That she’d turn it down, thinking it too much for her. That and… well she wouldn’t admit it but she was reluctant to give it up. She wanted to do it all, and she had worked hard to maintain her little business, but she couldn’t rule a court and run a clinic. Not unless Vega wanted to swoop down from her disappearance and give her back her immortality.
So she wandered the plains looking for the last herbs she could find, snuffling about with her nose in the grass. She could hear the footsteps of bison rumbling over the ground in the distance, the chirps of the few birds that had not yet flown away, the whisper of hoofsteps through the grass towards her.
@Elain
She was still trying to figure out how to ask her. She knew her apprentice was ready, but she feared that she wouldn’t agree. That she’d turn it down, thinking it too much for her. That and… well she wouldn’t admit it but she was reluctant to give it up. She wanted to do it all, and she had worked hard to maintain her little business, but she couldn’t rule a court and run a clinic. Not unless Vega wanted to swoop down from her disappearance and give her back her immortality.
So she wandered the plains looking for the last herbs she could find, snuffling about with her nose in the grass. She could hear the footsteps of bison rumbling over the ground in the distance, the chirps of the few birds that had not yet flown away, the whisper of hoofsteps through the grass towards her.
@Elain
"speech"
usually it starts
with a nightmare,
some sordid dream
that creeps in on a
saccharine song,
souring as it hits its peak.
with a nightmare,
some sordid dream
that creeps in on a
saccharine song,
souring as it hits its peak.
