Eternity RPC Board
11-21-2019, 05:19 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-21-2019, 05:20 PM by Seperallis.)
"Not this time," Nevina grimaced while stifling a short whimper with the exertion of bearing the taller woman's weight. Squaring her stance and strengthening her grip, the elf all but lifted the shakily disoriented Elke from her seat, then swiped the tip of her flute along the membranous "door;" the barrier cleanly split apart, causing the walls to convulse as the two travelers broke into the daylight.
The navy and violet of twilight already began to recede to the orange bath of a rising sun climbing above the trees. Within this clearing, for hundreds of feet all around, purple and yellow and orange buds created an nonseasonal autumnal quilt over a gently flowing verdant sea before tapering off into the shadowy brush of the woods. Several limp, brown, wilted paths wound their way through the foliage towards the unassuming exterior of the living cottage like roots finding their way to a tree trunk. A breeze rolled past, pushing aside the vapors of fermentation and sulfur just wide enough to spread the good news of a day of singed air and cloudless skies.
The birds cheerily voiced their triumphant song of survival across the clearing, and the crimson elf held Elke close as the two trudged away from the cottage and the low, rumbling gurgle that followed them from within.
"We will get you to a bed," she offered as reassurance, "just stay with me a little while longer."
..:: End Lesson Three ::..
The navy and violet of twilight already began to recede to the orange bath of a rising sun climbing above the trees. Within this clearing, for hundreds of feet all around, purple and yellow and orange buds created an nonseasonal autumnal quilt over a gently flowing verdant sea before tapering off into the shadowy brush of the woods. Several limp, brown, wilted paths wound their way through the foliage towards the unassuming exterior of the living cottage like roots finding their way to a tree trunk. A breeze rolled past, pushing aside the vapors of fermentation and sulfur just wide enough to spread the good news of a day of singed air and cloudless skies.
The birds cheerily voiced their triumphant song of survival across the clearing, and the crimson elf held Elke close as the two trudged away from the cottage and the low, rumbling gurgle that followed them from within.
"We will get you to a bed," she offered as reassurance, "just stay with me a little while longer."
..:: End Lesson Three ::..