[ Respond | Andarin: The Mountains ]
Posted by LYCORIS on February 1, 2009, 3:10 am
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Lycoris wandered back from Desreál, in a state that was not common for the cheerful mare. All the springs in her steps had been uncoiled, and her air does not play through her long tendrils of mane or tail. One thing that does stand are her eyes - particularly glossy, bright and wet - and that her nose is red raw and burnt. A large percentage of her forelock had also crisped. And not quiet knowing what to do whilst looking, and feeling, like this, she heads towards the mountains to hum to herself between granite crevices.
Grey cold walls soothe her burnt nose, and she wonders what Joh did, when she got her considerably more serious burns than a bit of rawness to the nose and fringe. Clambering carefully through piles of rocks, Lycoris looks up from the ground when she feels a chill. It was Fenris’s winter. She makes out the wolf mother a little way off, and begins towards her, lips almost whimpering against each other. Carefully stepping through a season different to that outside of her wolf queen’s world, Lycoris looks disheartened, and slightly crushed. Measly, she tells her, “We really don’t want Vorvor. He’s not particularly Wolf material,”
LYCORIS!
AIR I <3 SCHOLAR <3 ANDARIN
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