|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 12:14 am
 It was getting later in the evening and that night Hemera decided to go out and explore some of the woods surrounding the shop she'd been hanging around as of late. Though she had yet to meet anyone there, but she was sure there were others around. Hence the trip out at night. If anyone saw her there, all they might see of her was her golden eyes, which could be put off as a cat... so she could observe others without them knowing she was there.
Trees were all around and a few fireflies could be seen floating around amongst the taller grasses as the sun set, Hemera climbing up the nearest tree and trying to jump to another that was close by.. some of the lower branches intertwining. Though all that could be heard then was a soft thump followed by an "Ouch...." as she fell to the ground, landing in a mound of tall grasses at the base of one of the trees.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 7:05 am
It was such becoming a beautiful night! Running her hand through the delicate pink curl in her hair, the little pala continued to prance merrily along the thin, worn path weaving its way through the forest. The two leaves on her head bounced with every energetic step as she clung to the bouquet of pretty flowers in her arms. Flowers were everywhere on her being, actually: in her arms, intertwined around the precious locket around her neck, braided into her hair, and so forth. She'd spent a long day collecting the pretty things and was now happily returning home to show her loving father, who was a flower maniac himself! She giggled as she pictured his overjoyed expression and began to hum some tune to herself to keep her company.
However, as the night wore on, the poor pala found herself quite...lost. Of course, she wouldn't admit this, no no no, but with a stubborn determination kept following the path, assured that it was the one she'd taken into the forest. But as night set that was obviously not the case. With an exasperated sigh she sat down on a nice patch of grass nearby, her hooves quite weary from all the walking she'd down that she'd done. Fireflies drifted serenely here and there, blinking like miniature lights in the inky black night. They were her only source of light. She began to pout actually at this stupid predicament. She cursed the path, the forest, and everything else that was apparently at blame.
The thing that brought her from her annoyed thoughts was a very faint thump that came from not a few feet beside her. Leaping to her feet in surprise she dropped her flowers - yet another thing to add to her annoyance. Placing her hands on her hips she scowled in the direction of the sound. "Who's there?" She called out, if not a bit tentatively. Her caution and paranoia was winning over her agitation now.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
