May 19, 2020, 07:03 PM
AW, for her spiritualist trade :)) (set in Springs of Gardens)
On soft footfalls did the wisp patter, like the gentle keys of a lulling piano against the forest floor. Onwards, did she scurry - rabbit pelt tucked about her protectively as she lent into the showering rainfall.
Soon enough she would be sheltered, ducking into the cave's mouth, causing her pale pelt to wink out of sight like a snuffed candle flame.
There was no hesitation to her steps, no fear in the habitual hunch of her shoulders. For unlike other caverns that riled her anxiety, this one was lit by the soft glow of blue pools - rippling and wavering beckoningly in the early mountain morning.
Here, her haste died - her steps slow and reverent, her lips working in some silent prayer as she dropped the wrap upon the stone floor with a damp thud.
Slipping into the hot pools, she was wracked with shivers for the first few moments as the hot springs washed away the cold of the rain.
At last, with a sigh, she settled in as her argent eyes closed - taking up the silent prayer again as she stilled in meditation, intently focused upon the purification the water offered.