sonder spring 1716

Bathe in my serenity'


Herbalist

citizen of Éireland
born under The Maiden
age
2 years old
gender
Female
size
Small
scent
Seaweed, Pine and Mint
culture
Ildhrunan
home
Ancient Grove
threadlog
encounters
writer
Wild

The roar of Serenity Falls wrapped around Thalassa like a melody, its crashing waves echoing through the valley, carried by the mist that swirled in the cooling air. She paused at the river’s edge, paws sinking into the damp earth as she gazed up at the cascading waters, watching silver torrents drift downwards from the jagged cliffs above. They danced and twisted as they fell, meeting the pool below.

She stepped forward, the water embracing her with a cool, welcoming touch. It seeped through her thick coat, wrapping around tired muscles and pulling away the weight of the journey. With each slow movement, the currents curled around her legs, tugging gently, as if pulling her in deeper. Lowering her head, she inhaled the crisp scent of the river before parting her jaws to lap at its pristine, reflective surface.

The water was colder than expected, but its bite was refreshing, sharp enough to jolt her senses awake. Relief spread through her, threading through weary limbs as the liquid trickled down her throat, soothing the dryness that had plagued her for miles. For the first time in days, she felt truly alive.

She closed her eyes for a moment, savouring the moment, listening to the lull of the falls. Yet the harmony was not uninterrupted. A shift in the wind carried something - subtle but undeniable. A scent she did not recognize, mingling with the fresh spray of the river. Her ears flicked, twitching toward the faint rustle beyond the mist. Footsteps, cautious but deliberate.

She stilled, breath slowing, muscles tensed. Someone was approaching - another soul drawn to the river, just like her.

Table @Calatiah, Art @Usieag
05-31-2025, 10:28 AM
Users browsing this thread: 1 Guest(s)