09-12-2012, 11:09 AM
All the beings Vesle can see are imaginary, aside from Emwe, who is most definitely real.
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Vesle was a somewhat different creature, or maybe just the same as she had been a year before. She didn't know it, but her spine had straightened somewhat since Emwe's surprise return. She still felt uneasy looking at him but at least it didn't trigger the arching of her back like before. That morning she had simply left him sleeping near her fire and walked off. She knew he was not about to leave here now that he had found this place; just as she would never leave here. He knew she had eyes everywhere. She would find him if he strayed. His scent lingered in the forest around her: had he come this way earlier?
She was alone now. Or, almost. A conversation was maintained between herself and an elf she had scooped up to sit on her shoulder. Strange sounds came from her, as if in another language, but without meaning. Well, to a listener, at least. Vesle was well aware of what she was talking about with her friend. She laughed abruptly as she closed in on a clearing. This elf was witty! She loved them for their no-nonsense attitude. Her amusement did not last long, however. A familiar scent was on the wind.
Brushing the elf off of her shoulder, Vesle strode into the clearing, easily spotting the intruder. Her neck was on end as she made herself as large as she could be, though the tiny wolfess knew it was not very large. It had been a wake up call since that other filthy thing had come dragging through here, abusing her land. "Remove yourself," she warned. Teeth were showing.
#275
Vesle was a somewhat different creature, or maybe just the same as she had been a year before. She didn't know it, but her spine had straightened somewhat since Emwe's surprise return. She still felt uneasy looking at him but at least it didn't trigger the arching of her back like before. That morning she had simply left him sleeping near her fire and walked off. She knew he was not about to leave here now that he had found this place; just as she would never leave here. He knew she had eyes everywhere. She would find him if he strayed. His scent lingered in the forest around her: had he come this way earlier?
She was alone now. Or, almost. A conversation was maintained between herself and an elf she had scooped up to sit on her shoulder. Strange sounds came from her, as if in another language, but without meaning. Well, to a listener, at least. Vesle was well aware of what she was talking about with her friend. She laughed abruptly as she closed in on a clearing. This elf was witty! She loved them for their no-nonsense attitude. Her amusement did not last long, however. A familiar scent was on the wind.
Brushing the elf off of her shoulder, Vesle strode into the clearing, easily spotting the intruder. Her neck was on end as she made herself as large as she could be, though the tiny wolfess knew it was not very large. It had been a wake up call since that other filthy thing had come dragging through here, abusing her land. "Remove yourself," she warned. Teeth were showing.