Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191211213915/@comment-25828117-20191214001638

Lysilde backed Morin away very slowly. Somehow the idea of turning your back on it was utterly terrifying.

Kashya could feel the crisp winter cold arrive even this far south. Wandering alone had its charms. Nobody was judging her at the moment, knowing that she was entirely independent.

Then, however you would describe it, the last leaf of a mighty elm tree landed down on her muzzle, nestling on her whiskers. When she looked up the tree was completely barren, her nose holding its last frond.

The joys of curious mundanities aside she could suddenly hear a cry for help out in the woods off the path.