Callynite
The forest grew tall and cold infront of her, the limbs gnarled and twisted together, and seeming even colder than the crisp night air. The little doe waited for any sign of life, any greeting from the forest - but as it always was . . . the world was silent to her, silent, cold . . . distant. She waited for any hint of what might be hiding within the depths of the forest . . . but there was nothing to be seen, to be heard. She moved forward, breathing out a half-tense sigh. No warmth, no welcome, just an unsettling feeling. The forest seemed so cold to her, so far-away - so unwelcoming. She pushed those thoughts to the side, with a silent hope that the world wasn't growing cold to her. It seemed to close to the possibility that there'd never be a time of warmth and welcome again. With out her magic . . . things seemed so different.
Cally shook of those thoughts, prepared to brave the difference and head with in the forest, her gaze determined. Her cloak was slung over her shoulders, fastened quick to keep her warm in the chilly night air. Her arrows were fully stocked, and the bow made by Isra herself and gifted to her was ready to be drawn at any moment, for any reason. Help- The sound caused the little doe to jump, her tail flashing white in her alarm as she looked around. She'd heard the ghost stories . . . but surely they weren't real. Cally forced another deep breath. While exploring was in her blood . . . . being frightened was not. The doe shook it off and continued forward, "Uh, he-hello? Is anyone there?" She made a face as her voice quivered, and forced the rest of the question to come out strong. No reply came, and so she ventured forward. Ghosts weren't real - right? So it couldn't be a ghost - right? Help me? This time the little doe did visibly jump - much higher this time. And even when her hooves clanked against the ground again, her tail remained lifted, and flashing white of fear. She glanced around nervously, hoping for a familiar face or anything to prove it wasn't a ghost, "Uh, wh-who needs help? Is e-everything okay?"
"Speech"
Cally shook of those thoughts, prepared to brave the difference and head with in the forest, her gaze determined. Her cloak was slung over her shoulders, fastened quick to keep her warm in the chilly night air. Her arrows were fully stocked, and the bow made by Isra herself and gifted to her was ready to be drawn at any moment, for any reason. Help- The sound caused the little doe to jump, her tail flashing white in her alarm as she looked around. She'd heard the ghost stories . . . but surely they weren't real. Cally forced another deep breath. While exploring was in her blood . . . . being frightened was not. The doe shook it off and continued forward, "Uh, he-hello? Is anyone there?" She made a face as her voice quivered, and forced the rest of the question to come out strong. No reply came, and so she ventured forward. Ghosts weren't real - right? So it couldn't be a ghost - right? Help me? This time the little doe did visibly jump - much higher this time. And even when her hooves clanked against the ground again, her tail remained lifted, and flashing white of fear. She glanced around nervously, hoping for a familiar face or anything to prove it wasn't a ghost, "Uh, wh-who needs help? Is e-everything okay?"
"Speech"
She's afraid of Ghosts? Really?! O.O
