06-27-2011, 11:31 PM
nekkid post is nekkid and I'm sorry for being so long ^^''
Valinta wandered idly, brushing her palms against the trees as she passed them. The female could imagine she heard them whispering things to her, but she had also been slightly sick lately, and a bit out of it. Of course, hallucinations were nothing new for the female. She thought she saw her mother's ghost when she was drunk, so obviously she had a few issues that needed to be worked out.
But it didn't matter, because she was back in Canada. It was lovely as ever in her old home, and Valinta couldn't for the life of her think of a reason for leaving. Of course, the problems in Cercatori d'Arte had been terrifying, true, but other people managed to stay, didn't they? Valinta kicked herself mentally for being a coward, then again for being self-deprecating.
Valinta scented something familiar, just barely. It was... coyote? Walking swiftly to the source, she saw a friend of hers, a storyteller of great skill. Quirking her lips in a small smile, Valinta walked up and fell into pace with him. Slade appeared to be lost in thought, probably coming up with a story as he was apt to do. "Is it good?" she asked softly, wondering what the story was this time.
Valinta wandered idly, brushing her palms against the trees as she passed them. The female could imagine she heard them whispering things to her, but she had also been slightly sick lately, and a bit out of it. Of course, hallucinations were nothing new for the female. She thought she saw her mother's ghost when she was drunk, so obviously she had a few issues that needed to be worked out.
But it didn't matter, because she was back in Canada. It was lovely as ever in her old home, and Valinta couldn't for the life of her think of a reason for leaving. Of course, the problems in Cercatori d'Arte had been terrifying, true, but other people managed to stay, didn't they? Valinta kicked herself mentally for being a coward, then again for being self-deprecating.
Valinta scented something familiar, just barely. It was... coyote? Walking swiftly to the source, she saw a friend of hers, a storyteller of great skill. Quirking her lips in a small smile, Valinta walked up and fell into pace with him. Slade appeared to be lost in thought, probably coming up with a story as he was apt to do. "Is it good?" she asked softly, wondering what the story was this time.