Essielure
"sing me a song my sweet hummingbird"
As Essielure lounges in her room, reading one of her many books from the Library, she decides to take a trip the Rapax River. Placing her book neatly alongside the others on her sidetable, she begins to pack.
Packing a small lunch and making sure she grabs her fishing rod, Essie heads out the door and makes her way towards Rapax River. Her hooves clop against the cobblestone as she hums a sweet tune her father used to sing while they were fishing together. As she passes the marketplace before exciting the citadel, she smells the intoxicating aroma of freshly baked bread. essie couldnt resist, she trots right up to the vendor and purchases a small loaf to take with her. before placing the loaf inside her satchel, she takes a quick bite of the warm bread. "mmmmmm" essie mumbles as her mouth is full of the sweet snack. she continues on her way.
Finally reaching the river, essie flops her satchel on the ground next to her and abruptly plops her rump right down next to it. she unlatches her fishing rod from her satchel and begins to assemble it. carefully making sure the hook is tied tightly to the line, before placing the poor worm onto it, essie does this without a pause. taking another bite from the bread she purchased, essie tosses her line into the water. crumbs fall down her chin as she watches the line with intensity.
Packing a small lunch and making sure she grabs her fishing rod, Essie heads out the door and makes her way towards Rapax River. Her hooves clop against the cobblestone as she hums a sweet tune her father used to sing while they were fishing together. As she passes the marketplace before exciting the citadel, she smells the intoxicating aroma of freshly baked bread. essie couldnt resist, she trots right up to the vendor and purchases a small loaf to take with her. before placing the loaf inside her satchel, she takes a quick bite of the warm bread. "mmmmmm" essie mumbles as her mouth is full of the sweet snack. she continues on her way.
Finally reaching the river, essie flops her satchel on the ground next to her and abruptly plops her rump right down next to it. she unlatches her fishing rod from her satchel and begins to assemble it. carefully making sure the hook is tied tightly to the line, before placing the poor worm onto it, essie does this without a pause. taking another bite from the bread she purchased, essie tosses her line into the water. crumbs fall down her chin as she watches the line with intensity.
"legend"
