The ice wall due-south carried a bold blue tone that rivaled that of the sky, cutting across the horizon and up, monolithic in its scope. It had become a backdrop to so many of her antics of late that Naga no longer saw the majesty of it.
Her focus was upon the valley proper — winding her way through it while scouring the terrain for food. In the more recent days the weather had stilled, warmed, and brought along another change: life, vivacious life, crawling across the heart of the lowlands.
Naganomi felt the change as much as witnessed it; the grasslands grew thicker with the stalks sprouting pods of ripened seed, the trees beget blossoms which soon would transition to proper fruit. Her favorite place was a grove of wild orange trees — she relished the day that these would be ready to eat.
It reminded her of home — all of it. A home long abandoned, at any rate.
For now Naga's path carved between exposed sections of rock face along the valley's edge, as she had climbed to the highest point while hunting for signs of deer, or sheep, or even the unruly boar.
The immensity of the glacier took her breath away for a minute or two while she adapted to her proximity to it, as well as the thinning of the air. Once the dizzying sensation passed she looked down along the ledge in to the valley, wondering if she would ever see another friendly face again.
Her focus was upon the valley proper — winding her way through it while scouring the terrain for food. In the more recent days the weather had stilled, warmed, and brought along another change: life, vivacious life, crawling across the heart of the lowlands.
Naganomi felt the change as much as witnessed it; the grasslands grew thicker with the stalks sprouting pods of ripened seed, the trees beget blossoms which soon would transition to proper fruit. Her favorite place was a grove of wild orange trees — she relished the day that these would be ready to eat.
It reminded her of home — all of it. A home long abandoned, at any rate.
For now Naga's path carved between exposed sections of rock face along the valley's edge, as she had climbed to the highest point while hunting for signs of deer, or sheep, or even the unruly boar.
The immensity of the glacier took her breath away for a minute or two while she adapted to her proximity to it, as well as the thinning of the air. Once the dizzying sensation passed she looked down along the ledge in to the valley, wondering if she would ever see another friendly face again.
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Nobody saw this coming. - by Naganomi - May 19, 2021, 02:31 PM
RE: Nobody saw this coming. - by Gracious - May 25, 2021, 02:50 PM