This is a private RP between KiiNiku's "Quionue" and lysia_nyteblade's "Idonea." Please do not post here without permission.
The day had felt like it was dragging on. There wasn't anything particularly exciting going on, plus it had just rained so the humidty was rising and the earth smelled like damp dirt and grass. It wasn't necessarily a bad smell, it just wasn't a great smell either. Quionue had been observing some flowers in the woods by the plains, some pink and yellow flowers that were rare to the region. She only knew they were rare because of how few there were in the area, plus she had seen them on the mountainside and usually just the mountainside. They smelled delicious and she had to resist the urge to eat them as she studied them. She personally called them "delectable delights" and that's exactly what they were. She had actually already taken a bite out of one of them and she wasn't sure she could resist another.
But she tried. She observed the color, the pollen, how many grew in the area, what type of area they were growing in. It was in a damp area, one that was hit harder with the rain than the rest of the forest due to the large clearing of the tree canopies above. She felt as though the perfect conditions for the flowers to grow were cool, damp areas with lots of sunshine (when there would be some), and a place where they didn't need much room to flourish. Rocks surrounded the area, and it was mostly dirt and moss.
"Maybe just one more bite," Quionue said to herself as she looked at another flower. It was almost as if it were taunting her. It was almost as if it were saying, "Eat me, Quionue, eat me!" She shook her head. It was almost as if the aroma itself were pulling her in. And that's exactly what it was.
She walked away from the flowers, and as soon as she couldn't smell them anymore she didn't have that urge to eat them. "Hmm, very interesting." She made a mental note of the flowers and their overwhelming power to draw a Soquili in.
The river was calling her name as she felt as though her mouth were dry and full of cotton. So she walked to the river and dipped her muzzle into its cool currents, drinking the water slowly so that the irritation in her throat would dissolve faster. It was like a refreshing rain after a drought the way it went down her throat and she also made a mental note of that: irritation from the flowers are imminent. With a soft sigh she turned away, a smile on her face as she felt accomplished for the day, despite it feeling like it was being dragged out.
She took a few steps away from the river and looked around. What else could she accomplish on this day?
The day had felt like it was dragging on. There wasn't anything particularly exciting going on, plus it had just rained so the humidty was rising and the earth smelled like damp dirt and grass. It wasn't necessarily a bad smell, it just wasn't a great smell either. Quionue had been observing some flowers in the woods by the plains, some pink and yellow flowers that were rare to the region. She only knew they were rare because of how few there were in the area, plus she had seen them on the mountainside and usually just the mountainside. They smelled delicious and she had to resist the urge to eat them as she studied them. She personally called them "delectable delights" and that's exactly what they were. She had actually already taken a bite out of one of them and she wasn't sure she could resist another.
But she tried. She observed the color, the pollen, how many grew in the area, what type of area they were growing in. It was in a damp area, one that was hit harder with the rain than the rest of the forest due to the large clearing of the tree canopies above. She felt as though the perfect conditions for the flowers to grow were cool, damp areas with lots of sunshine (when there would be some), and a place where they didn't need much room to flourish. Rocks surrounded the area, and it was mostly dirt and moss.
"Maybe just one more bite," Quionue said to herself as she looked at another flower. It was almost as if it were taunting her. It was almost as if it were saying, "Eat me, Quionue, eat me!" She shook her head. It was almost as if the aroma itself were pulling her in. And that's exactly what it was.
She walked away from the flowers, and as soon as she couldn't smell them anymore she didn't have that urge to eat them. "Hmm, very interesting." She made a mental note of the flowers and their overwhelming power to draw a Soquili in.
The river was calling her name as she felt as though her mouth were dry and full of cotton. So she walked to the river and dipped her muzzle into its cool currents, drinking the water slowly so that the irritation in her throat would dissolve faster. It was like a refreshing rain after a drought the way it went down her throat and she also made a mental note of that: irritation from the flowers are imminent. With a soft sigh she turned away, a smile on her face as she felt accomplished for the day, despite it feeling like it was being dragged out.
She took a few steps away from the river and looked around. What else could she accomplish on this day?
