08-22-2018, 05:13 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px;"]Somewhere in the cast rolling plains of the Ascendants territory, a slender skull peeks up just above the grass. A pair of triangular ears dipped in coal dust and a narrow snout. Imperia. Baby's breath and Queen Anne's lace rest atop her head, woven into an intricate crown. Black lips curve into a gentle smile as her head tilts backwards, argentine gaze rising to admire the fluffy white clouds moving slowly across the horizon. What a beautiful day, she thinks, allowing herself to become lost in the beauty of it all.
After the ordeal within the Observatory, the former cleric almost refuses to enter any sort of building or shelter. One that cannot be opened, at least. She prefers the vast open grasslands and the friendly sun. Peri likes to sit out here and sketch landscapes in the notebook that her mother, Marguerite, gifted her before she escaped from the pack. Something to remember Maman by.
Doll-like eyes the color of sterling steel flicker back down to the leatherbound journal resting upon the soil near her paws. Then, after a moment of pause, dexterous paws pick it up and return it to the satchel strapped to her torso. Time to return to camp and check on those who need it. In a single, fluid movement, the girl rises to her paws and begins on her way home. She does not get very far, however, for she is distracted by a familiar face.
"Myliu?" Peri asks incredulously, pivoting to face the returning creature. "I did not think that you would return. It is wonderful to see you!" From what she remembers, the child never really was fond of her, but that is not a big deal. Though, she suspects Myliu may be upset to hear that Gabriel no longer resides with the Ascendants.
After the ordeal within the Observatory, the former cleric almost refuses to enter any sort of building or shelter. One that cannot be opened, at least. She prefers the vast open grasslands and the friendly sun. Peri likes to sit out here and sketch landscapes in the notebook that her mother, Marguerite, gifted her before she escaped from the pack. Something to remember Maman by.
Doll-like eyes the color of sterling steel flicker back down to the leatherbound journal resting upon the soil near her paws. Then, after a moment of pause, dexterous paws pick it up and return it to the satchel strapped to her torso. Time to return to camp and check on those who need it. In a single, fluid movement, the girl rises to her paws and begins on her way home. She does not get very far, however, for she is distracted by a familiar face.
"Myliu?" Peri asks incredulously, pivoting to face the returning creature. "I did not think that you would return. It is wonderful to see you!" From what she remembers, the child never really was fond of her, but that is not a big deal. Though, she suspects Myliu may be upset to hear that Gabriel no longer resides with the Ascendants.