MISS JACKSON | private

AMUNET GHANA ✧ FIREBRAND — TANGLEWOOD — TAGS

The jaguaress had been going through her things in her cave and picked up a pawful of golden coins letting them slip through her talons like grains of sand, a faint smile on her maw. It made her wonder if she would be able to make some form of armor for himself much like Fen had made a sword for her, which was cradled next to her waist held by its sheath and the belt. She didn't dwell on the thoughts of possible armor that long as she went to the mouth of the cave and slowly spread her wings, her golden pools surveying the skies briefly and feeling her heart racing within her chest. She didn't know why she felt this way every time she would even take a glimpse of the sky, she almost felt as if someone was watching her from afar. She would fly to camp and eventually landed in the middle of it letting a soft sigh escape her slightly parted jaws, the horned Goddess' gaze swept over the camp curiously wondering what everyone else was doing.

/ sorry rushed

© madi