table © Alaine
ooc: Backdated to November 21st. :3
She had been wandering for hours now. A sense of austere despair hung loosely over the land, a spectrally guarded glade of tall pines and soft ferns, rustling and whispering to each other in the low light of the day. The forest was beautiful, and the slender female shea was lost among the dapples of light, the patterned shafts of sun arcing through vine-filled balcony of leaves overhead. Around her neck rustled a long, faded scarf, its dying patterns growing older with each step she took through the ancient shadows of Ethereal Eclipse.
In truth, Sylvie had intended on getting lost- one of the best methods of locating something lost was to gecome lost yourself, she had heard. Alaine and Caillen were her lost things, baubles of flesh and bone taken not by the monster under the bed, but by themselves. And so here she was, amethyst gems locked onto the shades of the haunted trees surrounding her, ever vigilantly watching for a puckish sort of creature to appear and goad her into circles of speech and step, each alike the other, until tears would sting behind orchid eyes and a frustrated pain beat beneath her ribs. An accumulation of so many things, it would be; the dam that held back an evermore strenuous flow of emotion crumbling at the edges, a potent mixture of stress and utter exhaustion eroding her very mental foundation... For now, this was far from Sylvie's thought process.
The golden sun above was waning, even in its muted light beneath the evergreen canopy, and here the lost yearling kept her wits about her. Like her history foretold, the one to panic would be the first to die- and Sylvie was not going to be that person. Various scents drifted across chocolate hued nose as the slender damsel took a good, long look around her, finally coming to the conclusion that her lost things were not here...
At least, not now.
The sounds of a babbling brook shattered her thoughts, and immediately, the young colliewoman froze. The wolven word appeared, for a moment, to echo out in eery greeting, ethereal speech drifting from the lapping waters of the landmark. Floppy dog's ears perked, and rubbing her temple a moment, the foreigner trekked carefully forward towards the source of the sound, her amethyst eyes animated and wary. This was only one of the many streams she had passed during her trek through the densely vegetated realm, and with the already meager light fading slowly out of use, the lilac and white beauty decided it would be best to find her way out.
Ivory paws carried slender form up the side of the laughing stream while earthy mind tuned out all possible speech not of this plane, instead concentrating on how far ahead she could see along the water's silt-covered bed. The best set of directions she had at the moment, as all running water soon led to the sea, and thus, the seaside terra she once vowed to never leave, Sylvie put all her faith into the life-giving liquid, praying for a moment to a god she did not believe in. Safe passage as far from the other packs as possible would be the most preferable, after all... and who better to make sure that happened than god himself?
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