Callynite
Cally moved through the plains, following a path she could feel but no one else could possibly see or imagine. It sung to her like a current of happy energy, welcoming her into it's fold and assuring her of it's promise to never leave her alone again. It hovered in her chest, a warm presence that pulsed with the same energy the current she followed carried. The energies that echoed in the trees around her as they greeted her with brief hellos, gossiping all around her. Oak was gaining some wait, the willow was pouting heavily. She smiled with the delight and comfort that came from something so simple. The warmth pulsed, as alive as she was in the currents of the magic, the energies. Her eyes shifted closed in relief.
And then an icey-ness. Of nature pulled free, away. Her gaze turned in that direction, eyes wide as the energies around her pelt were raised around her in a swirling mass of green hues she had no control over. She huffed as the energy fluxed and twinkled, almost laughing at her annoyance of it. She choose to ignore it again, and began to make her way towards the feeling of rapidly increasing coolness. She didn't know what it meant, but as the energy grew colder and colder - she wasn't expecting for it to just disappear, like a hole ripped in the currents. Her breath caught in her throat. What was that?!
Her pace picked up, her head held high, and suddenly a pulse of energy to her left. Coaxing, wanting, begging. Her angle altered, her direction changing. A flash of energy slightly to the left, and her direction altered again. The currents rushed, urging to teach her, urging to tell her more. Wanting to share and explain. To show her what she could learn with the connection established and new, different, more. She followed willingly, and as she grew closer, the energies touching her pelt seemed to hover closer as if to urge her further. They fluxed and danced along her pelt, an array of hues and shades of green with the secrets they held.
And then the pulses stopped and ahead she saw it, the creature downed - another approaching. She watching quietly as the being lowered to his knees, moving the corpse of the life lost. Her heart sung for the innocent gone, but as she scanned the creature, she knew it wasn't a death caused by the stallion. Slowly the deer-hybrid moved closer, as the other cut into the deer. A flower nearby squeaked in shock, the currents carrying the thought to her. She walked closer still, watching the pelt of the dear be stripped from it's hide. "What are you doing?" Her voice was quiet, but hard, her large green eyes on the buck on the ground.
Watching what the other was doing, quiet and curious, and as she watched the body, silently mourning it, the restlessness of the current seemed to smooth out, accepting the new hole and carrying on in the pathways it formed until she accepted it with ease and moved forward and into a smoother current once more. Nature mourned the loss of energy and continuing on, accepting that she'd learned what the sudden vacuum, lack of energy meant. It now soothed into a mere presence in her mind, the constant promise of never abandoning her again - and so she focused all her attention on the stallion, curious but not unfriendly, "Are you harvesting it's pelt? You're a crafter than aren't you? Or do you sell it?" The hardness was gone, and now she was simply curious about what he was doing - and of course, why.
"Speech"
@Atlaas
And then an icey-ness. Of nature pulled free, away. Her gaze turned in that direction, eyes wide as the energies around her pelt were raised around her in a swirling mass of green hues she had no control over. She huffed as the energy fluxed and twinkled, almost laughing at her annoyance of it. She choose to ignore it again, and began to make her way towards the feeling of rapidly increasing coolness. She didn't know what it meant, but as the energy grew colder and colder - she wasn't expecting for it to just disappear, like a hole ripped in the currents. Her breath caught in her throat. What was that?!
Her pace picked up, her head held high, and suddenly a pulse of energy to her left. Coaxing, wanting, begging. Her angle altered, her direction changing. A flash of energy slightly to the left, and her direction altered again. The currents rushed, urging to teach her, urging to tell her more. Wanting to share and explain. To show her what she could learn with the connection established and new, different, more. She followed willingly, and as she grew closer, the energies touching her pelt seemed to hover closer as if to urge her further. They fluxed and danced along her pelt, an array of hues and shades of green with the secrets they held.
And then the pulses stopped and ahead she saw it, the creature downed - another approaching. She watching quietly as the being lowered to his knees, moving the corpse of the life lost. Her heart sung for the innocent gone, but as she scanned the creature, she knew it wasn't a death caused by the stallion. Slowly the deer-hybrid moved closer, as the other cut into the deer. A flower nearby squeaked in shock, the currents carrying the thought to her. She walked closer still, watching the pelt of the dear be stripped from it's hide. "What are you doing?" Her voice was quiet, but hard, her large green eyes on the buck on the ground.
Watching what the other was doing, quiet and curious, and as she watched the body, silently mourning it, the restlessness of the current seemed to smooth out, accepting the new hole and carrying on in the pathways it formed until she accepted it with ease and moved forward and into a smoother current once more. Nature mourned the loss of energy and continuing on, accepting that she'd learned what the sudden vacuum, lack of energy meant. It now soothed into a mere presence in her mind, the constant promise of never abandoning her again - and so she focused all her attention on the stallion, curious but not unfriendly, "Are you harvesting it's pelt? You're a crafter than aren't you? Or do you sell it?" The hardness was gone, and now she was simply curious about what he was doing - and of course, why.
"Speech"
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