Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190827204408/@comment-25828117-20190831153217

The warmth would not come until later today.

Here, in the misty valley of a lake, nestled deep within the mountains, the purple-red morning sun, whilst still hidden beyond the horizon, introduced the beginnings of a new day and the early birth of summer.

frogs let out crisp chirpings alongside the even crisper sounds of pleasant waves hitting the stone pebble beaches ringing the body of water. The melody of the morning was encouraged by song birds in the nearby trees and critters moving from the bullrush into the long grass laced with morning dew.

Among that tall grass soft thuds could be heard, blades bending under the well manicured hoofs of a white-headed grey warmblood dapple. The horse's breath turned into small visible clouds with each exhausted snort it let out. His master had ridden him hard all night, though not because they were cruel and uncaring, quite the opposite in fact, but because they had haste, and time was simply running out...

Still, Lysilde could feel Morin's enervation. These mountains were hard on any old pair of legs, even if you had four.

The lady, dressed in a long earth-tone dress with a skirt that had turned darker due to the mud and wet from the dew, walked her steed towards the edge of the lake for a refreshing drink, all the while gently patting them on the neck. Though Morin didn't need to be encouraged to lower his head and drank liberally from the cool clear water presented before him. The image of pebbles resting on the bottom was disturbed by the ripples his tongue caused, as well as the small fish darting off, fleeing from the alien appendage that was scooping up water.

Lysilde allowed herself a faint smile as she saw they zip further into the lake, where a thin veneer of fog hung over the near still water.

In that moment of quiet she sighed and re-adjusted the hood, fashioned from her cloak of long dark-green velvet, on her head. Her braid fell out by the side and the edge lay well beyond her hairline, revealing her fiery red locks.

When she felt a sensation of warmth come over her Lysilde's turned her beautiful green eyes to the east, where the sun started to creep over the peaks.

"Drink well, my friend. We have a long way to go still."