The wind blew strongly in the wrong direction, an ominious portent that she most definitley saw. It sent a cold shiver down her spine. She promised herself that she would get a perzi companion. It was the only way she could hold her ground in situations like this. Something in the air felt quite off and her hackles were raised. She couldn't put her finger on it.
She inhaled deeply and focused on her task, she would master her magic, she refused to be helpless ever again. She had found a good mentor who had afreed to take her on as a student. She hummed to herself trying to relax enough to practice but eventually she became so anxious that she ducked behind the thick trunk fo the tree that shaded half the valley it was so big. She found a hollow bowl and burried herself indie the tree, snuuggled deeply in a cozy hollow that thankfully was not occupied by anyone else. She crouched in on herself and huddled. Something or someone bad was outside. She winced at the prickling along her neck. She was touch though, all would be well if watever it was just moved on. She would recover and go about her day. She couldn't help but occassionaly looking out at her surroundings but she tried not o move much when she did it.
Zyura had never been a strictly indoor personand she never would be exclusively she was too brae to let her life just pass by without meeting her goals. LKife would just get better form htere. Zyura meant to make an impact. One was or another. She would dance and use her ruins as a mystic one day, it would be beautiful, effective and entertaining. Something so crass as a serious case of the shivers could never deter her long term.
Her heart raced along, her ears strained to hear anything happening in her vicinity.
No threat came and besides the howling wind, she heard nothing. However her mother used to read her such stories and in those stories the hero always broke cover too early so she would not make the same dramatic mistake. As a prentice still she was all but helpless. Her best weapon would be a book or her own teeth which were not all that impressive.
Besides it had started to rain. No one would find her where she was, it was well hidden behind a whirl in the bark.
She got comfortable, used her coat as a blanket and fell asleep there in that tree of refuge. She was so very grateful that the tree had been there she promised to bury a few eggs for its roots at a later date. It had been a loyal sheltering friend. All life deserved respect.
In her hiding spot she burhsed against a mushroom that she had not previously noticed, it promptly released a cloud of spores into her face and she coughed, after a moment it seemed to clear and she stood to leave her hidey hole. Not much later she began to feel off, and then dizzy and she began seeing weird shapes.
To the poinr that when she happened upon a caravan she wasn't sure if she was just imaginingn them or not. Something was drastically wrong, and she felt like in addtion to her hmind being muddled that they also spoke a different language. Her head her and her vision swam as she tried to explain what had happened while she gought off hallocinogenic demons that looked nothing liek the fauna found anywhere she had heard of. Was it the mushroom or where they from somewhere very far away? Were the beasts real or imagined? Were the people perhaps ghosts? She promptly passed out.
She awoke some time later stone cold sober. They did indeed speak a different language and there were no mystery creatures to be seen. The people were foreign style clothes in clean lines. They seemed to be a hodgepodge mix of races and she saw traces from all over. A traveling folk likely that were free with their love. Well at least she hadn't been imagining all of it. Zyura took a deep breath then did her best to pantomime her story through movement. She had always been pretty good at dance and expressing herself, it came to her smoothly and naturally.
The outsider's heads all bobbed in unision so she felt certain that they had gotten the gist. They fed her bread and cheese before she felt well enough to be on her way, she pressed upon them a few coins in thanks. They had helped to keep her safe, she owed them for that at the very least. She let them know as best as she could that there was a scary person in this forest.
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