OOC: Since I'm not too sure where she would be at this point into, it's gonna be kinda...vague....
Much had been on her mind as of late, but none more so that than the visions of the mountain seen with the rise of the day and fall of night. It was not by coincidence, but reason that she had made her home on the mountains. The land was high, allowing her to overlook the endless white and spy the distant forests. She could just make out the wafting wisps of spring steam, and at her back the mist of the falls charging soundly down the face, then ebb into trickles into the quiet, crystal pool. Had she not known better, she would have thought that she could see all there was to behold. But she knew there was more; such was the way of the world, never settling for what the eyes could see.
Her intentions were to continue and see what more the vantage of the mountain could not grant her, and in swift descent she lept down from the ledge, taking each with a practiced grace that would have made even the most skilled billy bleat with envy. The ledges were her stage. The mountains, her theatre. And the caves and chasms that ran wide, long and narrow were her seats that she might witness the world below as it carried on.
Though some adventures were better experience than witnessed…
…one such being the mild chase of living white as it limped through snow along the mountains impressive shadow. Her stride was silent in pursuit lest she disturb the wanderer that crept near her domain. She had not mind to shun him from the mountain, as it was not hers but all’s to take shelter in or explore its plentiful corridors. However, she was protective the of grounds, this sacred reprieve, and hadn’t the intentions of letting just alone walk within the shadow without first assessing whether the intention was to conquer or benign.
Though the suggestion of the limp supported the latter, compelling the female to relinquished her tense stature and command an easier stride for keep pace with the male ahead.
…though she was almost certain his scent was familiar. |