Fly, fly away little bird!

The forest stretches over much of the western coast, and the southern bit of Rivyn. The southern depths are ancient, and impenetrable except to the experienced rangers and explorers of the land. Towards the middle there is a lake, fed by a mountain spring. Its shores are home to the Wood Elf town of LakeHaven. North of here the forests become thinner and more friendly to the average traveler. To the south and east, the forest thins out to fields and sparse groves. Here on the coast sits the High Elf town.

Fly, fly away little bird!

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DivinePrince

06 Jul 2014, 14:26 #1



A shimmering, wide sun shone through the leaves- dazzling bright and very, very hot. It was a fairly arid afternoon, causing noses to bleed and skin to crack. Tristin was sweating, squatting amongst the bushes with a knife, severing the stems of sage plants. His bangs stuck to his forehead, and his olive green dress was plastered to the rest of his body; if he were wearing pants it'd have been even more uncomfortable. He thought about how embarrassing it would be if he were to be spotted in this despicable state of perspiration and dirt as her dumped sage clippings into a small woven basket beside him. The bubbling of a medium sized river permeated the atmosphere, it sounded so inviting he would have loved to strip off and wade into the freezing cold water. But alas, he was not yet finished searching for herbs and spices amongst the underbrush. While the dragon was okay with the heat itself, he still sweated in this blasted human form; he guessed it was just something that came with this body, and there were certain times when at least it didn't bother him, like sex. His lips perked in a smile, god it had been too long since he had any fun like that; he had been spending most of his time recently trying to stock up on ingredients.

After baring the bushes, the boy sighed- sticking the knife in and picking up the basket. Finally maybe he could enjoy the water. He got up and looked at his work before starting to trudge through the ferns, grass and trees towards the river. When he reached the break in the trees, he cracked a wide smile at the rocky rushing water
" At least I don't have to pay for this" He thought out loud, gently placing the basket on the grey stone ground. Rubbing off his travel worn slippers with his feet, baby blue eyes studied the water. Hopefully it wouldn't be /too/ cold for him, he thought as he stepped towards the bank, reaching out one foot as he lifted the dress slightly, dipping his toes into the water. A shiver of cold ran up his leg, but it wasn't that bad for him, so he stepped back for a moment. Standing back over where he put the basket, Tristin slipped his fingers under the shoulder of the dress, pulling it down- or starting to anyway, until he stopped. His lips pursed as he heard something- unsure of what it was, but it was something. He pulled the sleeve back up and eyed the treeline suspiciously. Was it his imagination? A deer or other wildlife, or...?

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