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 Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 3:32 pm
Roleplayers: Lita Maxwell& Roxy_roxanna2 Area: Forest Bordering Beach Herla Involved: Magnus & Iskra
Magnus felt heat nearby, a source of slightly warmer air that drew him in thanks to his heightened body temperature. He'd taken to sleeping away from the meadow, the dry climate had made him slightly dangerous to the tinder plenty Hartlands. He walked with care his blind eyes unable to guide him but his perked ears and sensitive steps helping him traverse his way up the sandy embankment and towards the forest.
The trees on the shoreline were small and scraggly, Magnus only knew this because he had been told he was tall and the wispy stunted trees barely grazed his shoulders and head. His mother had described trees as being taller than any Herla. Magnus knew relative sizes fawns, yearlings, does, and bucks, but otherwise had little else to compare. Mion sized was what most called small and he'd once circled a boulder that his mother had deemed 'rather large'. In this collective way he was able to roughly patch and puzzle together the world though things such as color were still a mystery to him and one he'd resigned himself to never really being able to solve.
It was enough for him now to be able to follow the source of warmth.
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Posted: Sun Nov 17, 2013 8:00 pm
Flames were a beautiful thing to watch, reds and yellows and oranges dancing about. Iskra had grown up amazed by fire, by the power her mother had passed on to her. Again it amazed her here on the beach as the flames licked the dried driftwood in colors of blue and purple that mixed with the orange fire from the gangly branches of nearby trees. All year round she built up small reserves of firewood, hidden and drying, waiting to be used in the cold winters. She could produce enough extra heat herself to keep warm but doing so with such low temperatures exhausted her. Instead she built bonfires to combat the snow, and with a little extra help from her own magic the firewood kept her warmer longer.
Like a fawn she gave a loud "OOoohh!" after a loud crack from the driftwood that sent a plume of blue fire dancing up. The hind wiggled closer to the smaller pile of driftwood she had found and set ablaze, but not close enough to breathe in the coarse smoke that had stung her nose for once. She would have to consult with a smarter herla as to why the colors of the flames were different and why the smoke bothered her, but for now she was content to 'Oo' and 'Ah' at the changing colors, the popping noises, and the warm heat.
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