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Private for the lovely Terra/ Bria-face <3 forward dated to the 14th
WC: 675
The dawn was creeping over the lands, the sun had just begun to rise, a large red orb climbing slowly from its bed, the horizon. The inky night sky had faded to a cool grey and was now changing once more to blue, though many clouds marred the flawless cerulean. In the East, where the sun was labouring into the sky from its slumber, the sky was bathed in reds and golds, the clouds painted with all these hues and many in between, roses, pale pinks, fiery oranges, despite the clouds suggesting Autumnal rain would soon be on the way before the day was through it was a rather stunningly beautiful sight. The breeze that blew through the lands, rustling through dying leaves on trees, dancing with long stalks of grass and ruffling furs was a cold one, it had the icy nip of a Winter wind, blowing from the North, but still it seemed that the day might be warmer than expected. It seemed as if the weather was trying to make up for the terrible storm that had ravaged the lands only a few weeks ago. Soran herself had not seen the storm but the after effects were very evident around the lands, everywhere there were hints at the destruction caused by the hurricane. But still the Autumnal birds were singing in the trees once again, showing that they were even more resilient than most would have expected of them. The tall female smiled at the twittering of the birds, it was a pleasing sound for her, hearing them gave her some hope, if they could survive the storm then surely Deuce would have done as well? She would be somewhere safe and warm and soon enough she would be brought back to her, Soran had to hope that, she had to believe that her pale mate would be alright, otherwise she might go mad with worry and guilt. She had to believe.
The tall female strode towards the familiar borders of Cour des Miracles with more grace than was usually expected of someone of her age, she was still sprightly and nimble despite her advancing years, her long legs were moving her quickly towards the friendly lands. The canvas satchel that she always took on long trips bounced against her dark hip as she walked, her long arms swinging by her sides with each step she took, helping her to maintain a quick momentum. She had left her mane loose for the journey and it tumbled down her back, now almost reaching her elbows, she had begun to notice the first sign of a white streak at the front of her mane, she did not mind though, every grey hair was a sign of rebellion against her cruel father who had tried so hard to end her life prematurely. The feathers that adorned the left side of her mane fluttered and danced in the breeze and bounced with each step that she took, every now and again their movement would catch the corner of her eye, they were quite distracting. She could not help but be amused at the changes in herself that had occurred since she had last been in these lands, the beginnings of the white streak and the four long scars that ran from her right shoulder to the base of her ribs on the left hand side of her body being the most obvious and prominent. The ebony female stopped as she reached the borders of the lands, sniffing the air and catching the familiar scent of Cour des Miracles as she did so, a smile playing on her lips, she had a good feeling about this, she would see her great granddaughter and her grandson and perhaps they would know where Deuce was. If she could rely on anyone to help her find her pale mate, it would be her family here. She smiled once again and raised her head to let out a friendly call, hoping for a friendly face that would come and greet her.
