Mornings were her favorite time of the morning. The sun was quietly rising throwing the dark world into light with shades of rosy pinks and light yellows. Krima especially enjoyed the morning mist, how it shrouded the world before dissipating under the heat of the sun.
As she walked through the long grass which reached her fetlock, Krima always liked to run her nose through it, allowing the dew to wet her face just a little. It was like a fresh dip in the water without actually being near any water. This early in the morning she was the only one out, but still, she stilled in the middle of the small meadow she called home, ears swivelling and taking in the sounds of the world which was still dreaming. Once she was sure there was no one else, or nothing else, she moved on into the thicket.
There was a feeling in her bones which made her legs move swiftly through the bushes and such, around the trees until she reached the higher peek she sought. Here, she could overlook the land since there was a large stretch of tall grass with no tree in sight. Well except for one. From here she could see her objective, it stood tall and proud in the distance. It pulled to her, calling her in sweet whispers. Krima wanted to run, run through the grass as fast as her legs could carry her towards the Great Grandfather Tree.
And so she began to ascend from her vantage point.
The closer she got to the bottom, the faster her legs began to carry her and when she finally landed on the flat ground she took off like an arrow through the tall grass. She felt as light as a feather and yet as fast as lightning. Her neck stretched out, straining to gain any kind of speed she could. She loved this, running as freely as she could with no worry in the world.
The tall grass was soon growing shorter and shorter until Krima hit the barrens. Here she slowed now, the Great Grandfather tree needed to be respected which meant she contained the ball of energy within her. She moved up and closer to the tree until she was at the roots and then gently she rubbed her head and neck on one of the roots in greeting as if she was greeting an elderly family member.
“You have called, and I have come,” she said softly as she stared up and up to the branches overhead.
Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2020 10:22 pm
A still quiet passes over the plateau. Hushed silence that is almost deafening. Grandfather tree's roots seem to shift and reach out as Krima approaches.
Choose one of the following prompts for Krima's dream vision.
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You are in Blackbriar Bog. Through the murky swamp water you spot something unusual sitting in the silt. The water is dangerous and you don’t know how deep it goes, but you’ve never seen this thing before. What do you do?
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While travelling through Homewood you meet an unfamiliar foal. The foal acts strangely and doesn’t communicate well. It appears to be orphaned. On closer inspection you realize the foal is sick with some disease you don’t recognize. The disease might endanger the rest of Homewood, but this poor foal… What do you do?
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A storm whips through Homewood, tearing new plants up by their roots and forcing the animals to huddle together for shelter. The cold bites and the rain pelts down hard, but there are many things in the forest to protect. What do you do?
You are in Blackbriar Bog. Through the murky swamp water you spot something unusual sitting in the silt. The water is dangerous and you don’t know how deep it goes, but you’ve never seen this thing before. What do you do?
Blackbriar Bog was not Krima’s favorite place to be. Generally, she enjoyed splashing around in any kind of water, puddles were a blast and running through water that was no higher than her knees was one of her greatest pleasures of life. However, swamp water was not fun. Generally, it felt thicker and harder to travel through and she kept getting stuck in muddy bottom of the water. There was no pleasure to be had while she was in this area. Still, sometimes there was no choice, and Krima had to go through Blackbriar Bog to get to where she wanted to truly be.
And when she had enough, Krima lived to heave herself out of the water to dry land for a bit. She found the perfect spot with the barest of grass still left on it, she pulled herself out towards it and then settled down with her legs tucked beneath her and tail neatly wrapped around her body with the long hairs at her chest like a temporary blanket.
No sooner had she wanted to doze off did Krima spot something at the far end of the bog she was in. She’d only caught the smallest glimpse, like something you saw at the corner of your eye but missed entirely when you looked for it. The water threw ripples however and there had been something there that had gone below. Her ears perked up high and swivelled momentarily before settling in the direction of the thing. She listened to the quiet murmurs of the bog but it gave no indication to what was hidden within its depths.
Krima rose and gave herself a good shake. She really wanted to see what exactly it was that she’d seen. So she headed into the water again, but the deeper she moved the more she found the ground wanting to keep her in place. Like it didn’t want her to go see. Still, she was stubborn so she pushed on until she had to hold her head high above the water. This thing, whatever it was, had seemed so much closer, but the water was only getting deeper and she didn’t know if she was going to make it.
So instead she moved back to the small grassy shoreline she had found and then began to map out how she would get there if she managed to move on top of the large free roots which stuck out of the water. Then she was off, jumping with as much precision as she could muster. A few times she almost fell into the water, but she made it to the spot she was sure she’d seen the thing.
But it was nowhere to be seen.
Krima let out a frustrated yell into the bog. All this work for nothing! Had she dreamed of something that was not there? Huffing, Krima turned around and headed back to her small shoreline, she was going to hurry back home now and hopefully, her anger would dissipate before she got there.
With a start, Krima awoke from the dream vision startled and still feeling the remnants of anger in her chest. Thankfully, it was not real and she was certain the Grandfather Tree had shown her something that was not... But she’d visit the Bog at a later time just to make sure.
Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2020 3:55 pm
Grandfather tree's roots settle and a soft blue-grey light swirls around Krima, cold to the touch and smelling of rain and ozone.
Krima has been bestowed with the Atmos gift.
Her initial ability is Drizzle.
the user summons a light rain cloud and causes it to drizzle for a short period of time +1 atmos healing to an area
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