table © Alaine
ooc: that was a beautiful post :3 thanks for starting!
wc: 500+
She had been wandering for hours now. A sense of hopelessness leached the land here, a guarded glade of tall pines and soft ferns, rustling and whispering to each other. The forest was beautiful, and the slender female figure was lost among the dapples of light, the shafts of sun that speared through the tangled balcony of leaves o'erhead. At her side swayed a leather satchel, brimming with various flora she had gathered in her meanderings.
In truth, Alaine had not realized her perilous situation until it was too late. Once she was lost, it became a truly stupendous thing - the haunted trees goaded her into walking in circles, each alike the other, until tears stung behind her emerald eyes and a frustrated pain beat beneath her ribs. It was an accumulation of so many things; the dam that held back her strenuous flow of emotion crumbled at the edges, a potent mixture of stress and utter exhaustion eroding her very mental foundation. The young healer had found her attentions in demand so often of late that her sleep patterns had been demolished, and as such she'd slept pathetically little in the past moon. The constant pressure of needing to perform, needing to be prepared for whatever danger loomed ahead, tortured the meek young lady, almost pushing her into a fit of nerves. At last minute she had escaped to the forest to gather more healing equipment, and... Well, here she was, wandering over her own tracks, watching the golden sun slip farther and farther away.
A headache began to pound at her temples, and now a tear did trickle forth, swiped angrily away by the back of one ivory hand. She would not cry, not after being strong for so damn long...
A shout shattered her thoughts. Immediately, the young colliewoman froze, as the wolven word echoed out in eery greeting between the trees. Floppy dog ears perked, and rubbing the last traces of tears from her eyes, the foreigner trekked carefully forward towards the source of the sound, her emerald eyes animated and wary. Wolves were a treacherous lot, and it was extremely difficult to predict whether they were of the hostile sort or not. It was not long before she came upon the sound-maker in question; A female, laughing? Sobbing? It was difficult to tell, but the sound had an emptiness to it, a deep mourning that tugged Alaine forward when common sense told her to flee.
She emerged from the trees cautiously, a slender cream shadow in comparison to the brilliant ivory and tan of the other's coat. Pausing between two trees like a doe, it took Alaine a moment to summon up the courage to reveal herself.
" Miss? Are you alright?" The collie-woman's voice was soft and lilting, the wolven words twisted with the thickness of her musical accent. It was clear that she was not a native of these areas, but she dearly hoped that the woman would not object to her presence.
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