The pines seemed to stretch forever to the skies, like the fabled story where there was that fellow who climbed a forever stretching bean stalk that went past the heavens, and there were giants of gods that resided up in the skies and beyond. With her psyche high as those pines on THC creating flooding pathways in her mind, anything was possible to imagine and dream at this point. With the majority of the whites in her eyes particularly red, the young unruly female traversed throughout the Dampwoods without a particular destination in mind. It was always like that anyway, and Vesasia happened to find a sing-song stream in which to follow. If this entailed the mission that her grandmother sent her upon, so far, the more territories she passed through, the more interesting they got, and the move vividly detailed they were. This was a whole 'nother world compared to what she left back home, surely. This could even go as far as to be paradise than what was left at home. Even though her family was left behind in oblivion, Vesasia could agree upon that all she needed out here was herself, endless miles of trees and greenery, and the only worthwhile artifact upon her: her deceased little sister's bone wedged into the crevice of her nostrils. Her grandmother had been important as well, but her grandmother's name was carried in Vesasia's own name now, and this was all she needed. Freedom, and the journey of this so called "mission", was proving to be worthwhile indeed.
With the leather of her jacket creaking in that leather sound as she swung her arms back and forth with her striding, the clouds overhead were still dark, ominous. Rain threatened to break from the skies where the giants of the bean stalks lived, and at least here, the tall pines offered some sort of temporary shelter from getting wet. Setting underneath a tall pine and leaning against the hard, cold bark, she settled to where her legs were outstretched and she brought her carry bag to her lap. For a moment her wide set ears listened to the natural sounds of nature reoccurring around her, and along her journey did her mind often drift to that particularly interesting coyote she happened to meet in the library with his stallion a day ago or so. He spoke of grounds that would be sufficient enough for planting, and from the looks of it, he seemed correct. This area was lush, possibly one of the more lush areas Vesasia came across. Her tusked nose could discern maybe a little scent here and there, but the pines seemed to drown out whatever pungent piss might have been marked along the trees. Simply drinking in the vivid greenery and earth tones that surrounded her, she only lingered upon her high momentarily before casting her gaze toward the nearby stream. Her tongue flicked out to lick at her dry lips, the ball of her tongue piercing also skimming across her 'yote jaws, as cottonmouth was such an easy thing to set in. Vesasia would go to the water's source, and with a cupped hand, would quench her thirst.
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