Callynite
The river was rushing wildly in front of her, careening past rocks and around shallower sections of the river bed. Cally watches with a calm mind, her limbs curled beneath her as she rests her body against a tree trunk, the grass cradling her gently, even as a crisp breeze brought the scent of the season's change to her nose. Leaves were carried to and fro, swirling on the winds in a dance of orange, red and yellow. It was a peaceful scene tempered by the rage of the river as it passed over and through the fresh deposits that created the rapids that violently splashed past. A cry of a bird above had Cally's attention turning off of the water, looking up to the blue-hued sky sprinkled with whispy white clouds that barely offered shade from the sun above. Midday had arrived, and with it, the heat was climbing - which is what had lead the deer hybrid into moving towards the shade to begin with.
But now the sun had passed the apex of it's climb and was starting it's decent - and as the seasons change with autumn continued, the days would be growing shorter, as would the warmth. Cally stood with that thought, deciding at that moment it might not be too bad of an idea to enjoy the heat of the sun while they still had it. The river bubbled and gurgled a greeting to her as she climbed to her cloven hooves, and her gaze turned towards it curiously, following the curves of the rocky, treacherous shoreline. Those same adventure-worn green eyes also tracked the layout of the land that made up the shore, where the loose gravel and dirt changed into grass, the ground was sure to be a little more strong there, especially if she stayed a bit of a ways into the grass, where the roots were likely tangled together to aid in the interlocking defense and strength.
A grin crossed Cally's face, and she moved towards the edge of the river, peering down at it curiously, excitement flooding her system. Her muzzle touched the surface briefly, a quick sip of water to counteract the heat, and the crisp autumn air to keep her cool . . . getting into position, the doe found her footing and testing the area she had chosen as close to the river, but more stable than the shorelines. With a final nod, the little hybrid deer-horse took off with a bouncing gallop that seemed far more like the bound of a deer than the graceful canter of a horse. Her hooves carried her along the curves and divets of the water's edge, eagerly following along it to see what she might find along the river. Her laugh bubbled from her as her cloak fluttered in the airstream created in her wake, her quiver and bow strapped tightly to the satchel at her side.
The adventuring deer smiled to herself as she allowed herself to play and race the river, running for a long period before finally slowing down and catching her breath, taking a second much needed drink of water, even as she telekineticly shifted her cloak back into place, and her mane ruffled by the autumn breeze that continued to cool her against the rays of the sun.
"Speech"
@Sloane ;; I'm so sorry for the wait my dear!
But now the sun had passed the apex of it's climb and was starting it's decent - and as the seasons change with autumn continued, the days would be growing shorter, as would the warmth. Cally stood with that thought, deciding at that moment it might not be too bad of an idea to enjoy the heat of the sun while they still had it. The river bubbled and gurgled a greeting to her as she climbed to her cloven hooves, and her gaze turned towards it curiously, following the curves of the rocky, treacherous shoreline. Those same adventure-worn green eyes also tracked the layout of the land that made up the shore, where the loose gravel and dirt changed into grass, the ground was sure to be a little more strong there, especially if she stayed a bit of a ways into the grass, where the roots were likely tangled together to aid in the interlocking defense and strength.
A grin crossed Cally's face, and she moved towards the edge of the river, peering down at it curiously, excitement flooding her system. Her muzzle touched the surface briefly, a quick sip of water to counteract the heat, and the crisp autumn air to keep her cool . . . getting into position, the doe found her footing and testing the area she had chosen as close to the river, but more stable than the shorelines. With a final nod, the little hybrid deer-horse took off with a bouncing gallop that seemed far more like the bound of a deer than the graceful canter of a horse. Her hooves carried her along the curves and divets of the water's edge, eagerly following along it to see what she might find along the river. Her laugh bubbled from her as her cloak fluttered in the airstream created in her wake, her quiver and bow strapped tightly to the satchel at her side.
The adventuring deer smiled to herself as she allowed herself to play and race the river, running for a long period before finally slowing down and catching her breath, taking a second much needed drink of water, even as she telekineticly shifted her cloak back into place, and her mane ruffled by the autumn breeze that continued to cool her against the rays of the sun.
"Speech"
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