Although her posture was both focused and calm, there was a set to her jawline that suggested concentration. In truth, the woman could not decide if the gourd was a sign or a herring, whether she should chase it or leave it alone—her superstitious heart could not ignore the meaning behind such an anomaly, but she could not determine its message. So she sat quietly as she considered her options, and what the consequences of them might be.
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July Y13
Summer
Summer is in full swing now, with clear skies, warm nights, and ample sunshine! As such, the deserts begin to grow dry, the shores remain a blissful escape, the north is spared with cooling winds, and humidity continues to rise in the jungle. Rain and storms are long forgotten troubles by now, which is both a virtue and a vice during the heat of the season.
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Spring
It was already late morning, and the water’s edge was still gilded by frost – an immaculate white laced cleanly over the twigs and muck and partially decomposed sodden leaves that substantiated the earth closest to the swamp. Rosemary was seated with an apathetic air a few lengths from this decidedly drawn edge, her rump on solid grass, her posture relaxed although her gaze was pointedly attentive. Ahead of her, about a colossal lion’s full length from nose to tail-tip, was an orange gourd floating guilelessly in the black, motionless water.
Although her posture was both focused and calm, there was a set to her jawline that suggested concentration. In truth, the woman could not decide if the gourd was a sign or a herring, whether she should chase it or leave it alone—her superstitious heart could not ignore the meaning behind such an anomaly, but she could not determine its message. So she sat quietly as she considered her options, and what the consequences of them might be.
Although her posture was both focused and calm, there was a set to her jawline that suggested concentration. In truth, the woman could not decide if the gourd was a sign or a herring, whether she should chase it or leave it alone—her superstitious heart could not ignore the meaning behind such an anomaly, but she could not determine its message. So she sat quietly as she considered her options, and what the consequences of them might be.
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Clove Stärke-Vandiir ...
"You trying to make it move with your mind or thinking about swimming out after it?" Clove announced herself with probing hypotheses, strolling up diagonally from behind that lioness and leaning the bulk of her weight against a bog tree. No matter how she resisted, the sight of that auburn pelt readily brought forth visions of a family hidden away from her - of her grandfather wide-eyed upon the war-torn beach, of her father and how he had named him so effortlessly. She studied the narrowed flecks of azure where emerald ought to be. She studied the ink-like marks that framed the woman's mouth and the set of doubled ears. She relaxed with a chuckled exhale.
"I'm Clove. Do you live around here?" Something flashed like a secret in her gaze, the wind carrying no such banner with its whipping stride.
|| march y13 | two years | FR royalty | at viru bog | @Rosemary | pls @ her or else I lose things oh no ||
"I'm Clove. Do you live around here?" Something flashed like a secret in her gaze, the wind carrying no such banner with its whipping stride.
|| march y13 | two years | FR royalty | at viru bog | @Rosemary | pls @ her or else I lose things oh no ||