Firefly Glen in the world of "if"
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Word had traveled: the shadow that had led to Dacio's festered wounds had shown her face again, and this time, a far more experienced Osiris had exchanged blows with her as well--though at the end of it she lived to torment another day, unfortunately, the messages were to keep up watch in accordance. Opalia wished she could've been there, somehow there in the meadow by the glen. But, after the fact was said and done, all she had done was go there to sniff about and put her nose to the traces of scent she left, before it could weather away to the elements entirely.

She had tried to get all of her angry seething done with there, and it was not easy to go back now with that in mind. By the time she reached the first edges of the glen claim (making her realize that it really did stretch this far out), she had already talked herself down considerably, but these were not yet tranquil waters. She could at least be presentable if pressed, though. Her sigh was heavy as she plodded on and traced that fringe for now. 

Thankfully, no one was immediately around, but there were fresh scents everywhere right here, and there, and as she went on, it was no different. The Ostrega yearlings and Bronco always seemed to stand out to her here. Along the way, she left her own scent occasionally and naturally kept a bit of watch. But, it was just to help back up the primary Glen-residents and keep her busy at the same time while she was here. May as well keep her muscles warmed up, and head elsewhere before it could wander off to lust after revenge.

It was going to be getting dark soon, anyway, and the mountain loomed.
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in the world of "if" - by Opalia - November 17, 2020, 02:44 PM