Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191211213915/@comment-5583506-20191214013244

The Retroriffic Man wrote:

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 now 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. Kashya didn't really have the time to make for idle stops. With every passing moment her current assignment got farther and farther away from her, and the group were on horseback. Nevertheless she strayed from her path and off into the woods, following the call, while keeping to the shade of the thick pine trees for cover.