she's into superstitions

Dove · (This post was last modified: July 21, 2020, 11:50 PM by Dove.)

The sound blocked everything out, a constant rumble overtook her eardrums. It was not the harshest sound she had ever heard, in fact she had seen a much bigger version of this form of water cascade but she had always found them soothing. One could erase their cares in the world, block out the thoughts that pestered them over and over again. You could simply breath in the fresh water scent, close your eyes and lull away the world. For a moment she did just that, closing her two toned eyes and gave a few calming breathes to center herself. She was in a new land, unfamiliar and strange. Would others try to chase her out for being a witch, for being able to commune with those no longer living? Would they prosecute her for predicting the weather, find her strange for her rituals?

The little dove opened her eyes once more, letting those worries melt away as she simply stared at the edge of the falls. She would climb onto a few of those rocks, her nimble paws moved to do just that. Though it was slippery she was able to get up a few by scrabbling rather ungracefully, her claws making new marks in the untouched stone. She found the ledge the jutted out, not into the water but beside it. Lowering herself into a seated position she simply watched, finding it fascinating to be apart of the mist. Nothing seemed to bother her, the world passed by as she simply peered from her perch like a ghost.