Somehow she had ended up turning inward towards the mountains, captivated by their rising heights and how they differed from that of the plateau she was so familiar with. They were not void of forestry of course; Phoebe didn't dare climb to heights she couldn't handle, and truthfully they were frightening in their own right. But there were vistas there which she could lay her gaze upon with wonder, a natural curiosity that drew her towards the lake in the distance.
A lake that was also marked off, the borders accosting her long before she ever had a chance to drink from still waters fed by their own means. It was disappointing, she thought, recalling her time on the cusp of Rusalka not so fondly. But she strove to be better, to perhaps shed in some sense of what had held her back before as she lingered and toed the borderland. She could have called for someone, it would have been relatively easy, but she was not versed in the art of a dispersal wolf.
Still, she hungered more now than ever to not be alone, and company had been far and few between in this place than she would have liked to admit. No one had come calling for her yet, no one had happened upon her in a way that would render her useless and be leading her back home with guilt writ cleanly upon her features. It was freeing, to be out here, to be alone, even when she was tiring of the trivial necessity of company.
Long had she stowed the thoughts of what if and rather easily grasped the concept of what else; she could not help but wonder what the wolves here were like, and if they would be like those she had recently met or completely different altogether.
A lake that was also marked off, the borders accosting her long before she ever had a chance to drink from still waters fed by their own means. It was disappointing, she thought, recalling her time on the cusp of Rusalka not so fondly. But she strove to be better, to perhaps shed in some sense of what had held her back before as she lingered and toed the borderland. She could have called for someone, it would have been relatively easy, but she was not versed in the art of a dispersal wolf.
Still, she hungered more now than ever to not be alone, and company had been far and few between in this place than she would have liked to admit. No one had come calling for her yet, no one had happened upon her in a way that would render her useless and be leading her back home with guilt writ cleanly upon her features. It was freeing, to be out here, to be alone, even when she was tiring of the trivial necessity of company.
Long had she stowed the thoughts of what if and rather easily grasped the concept of what else; she could not help but wonder what the wolves here were like, and if they would be like those she had recently met or completely different altogether.
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jusqu'à demain - by Phoebe - August 16, 2019, 04:32 PM
RE: jusqu'à demain - by Mahler - August 16, 2019, 05:24 PM
RE: jusqu'à demain - by Phoebe - August 16, 2019, 06:40 PM
RE: jusqu'à demain - by Mahler - August 16, 2019, 07:06 PM
RE: jusqu'à demain - by Phoebe - August 19, 2019, 02:19 PM
RE: jusqu'à demain - by Simmik - August 19, 2019, 03:59 PM
RE: jusqu'à demain - by Mahler - August 22, 2019, 06:48 PM