Crocus had done little more than asked of her. Securing the population of wild hares that settled throughout the sections of her betrothed's forest. Grazing upon the fruits of a berry tree before making haste to the southern tip of the continent and staring longingly across the sea.
The wind whipped around her, splaying her hair this way and that behind the mask she wore. The salty, cool air breathing life across the frozen but thawing ground around her. The small place with which the bear shifters called home something of a hidden thing given the sometimes hostile greetings one received upon first arrival. Not that she could entirely begrudge the bear shifters.
They liked their somewhat secluded existence. Those that didn't sought their chances elsewhere. A place they called the mainland. Where she had heard rumors of bountiful wealth and exuberant displays of nature being had. She longed to gaze upon something other than the desolate, wind blasted wastes that held its beauty for so little a time. To experience something other than the old magics that lingered in the land save for the bear shifters themselves.
They were a sight to behold surely. But the mystique wore off as one might shrug off a thick coat indoors.
The pine branch cloak was warm as she sat and watched with some time to waste before she had to return. The mossy inner lining keeping the worst of the prickly knobs from digging into her flesh as she sat in silence and watched the sea for a while. The small shape of something bobbing in the water drawing her eye as she tilted her head slightly. Behind the bone mask, she squinted before closing her hand into a tube and placing it over her eye as best she could.
What seemed to be a boat was drawing closer to shore though such a thing this far from the fishing village was a strange sight. She drew small runes in the snow beneath her bare feet, mumbling a few words as she drew twined rope from grass out of the snow. It wouldn't harm the sleeping shoots to have a few strands plucked from here, but if she needed more she would have to find a different spot as she wound it around her arm in a loop.
The magicks with which Crocus scoured were unlike most. A more base and elder thing that tapped the lines unseen to the eye, and untouched by most mortal beings. Eyes behind the bone mask set upon the boat as she dipped down into the bank and waited for it to draw near enough to spot the occupant.
A lost bear shifter? A normal mortal cast adrift? Both strange and unlikely as she stood in the water just beyond shore, the green shape of her branch cloak and the bone mask standing out against the grey crag the boat drew near.
The wind whipped around her, splaying her hair this way and that behind the mask she wore. The salty, cool air breathing life across the frozen but thawing ground around her. The small place with which the bear shifters called home something of a hidden thing given the sometimes hostile greetings one received upon first arrival. Not that she could entirely begrudge the bear shifters.
They liked their somewhat secluded existence. Those that didn't sought their chances elsewhere. A place they called the mainland. Where she had heard rumors of bountiful wealth and exuberant displays of nature being had. She longed to gaze upon something other than the desolate, wind blasted wastes that held its beauty for so little a time. To experience something other than the old magics that lingered in the land save for the bear shifters themselves.
They were a sight to behold surely. But the mystique wore off as one might shrug off a thick coat indoors.
The pine branch cloak was warm as she sat and watched with some time to waste before she had to return. The mossy inner lining keeping the worst of the prickly knobs from digging into her flesh as she sat in silence and watched the sea for a while. The small shape of something bobbing in the water drawing her eye as she tilted her head slightly. Behind the bone mask, she squinted before closing her hand into a tube and placing it over her eye as best she could.
What seemed to be a boat was drawing closer to shore though such a thing this far from the fishing village was a strange sight. She drew small runes in the snow beneath her bare feet, mumbling a few words as she drew twined rope from grass out of the snow. It wouldn't harm the sleeping shoots to have a few strands plucked from here, but if she needed more she would have to find a different spot as she wound it around her arm in a loop.
The magicks with which Crocus scoured were unlike most. A more base and elder thing that tapped the lines unseen to the eye, and untouched by most mortal beings. Eyes behind the bone mask set upon the boat as she dipped down into the bank and waited for it to draw near enough to spot the occupant.
A lost bear shifter? A normal mortal cast adrift? Both strange and unlikely as she stood in the water just beyond shore, the green shape of her branch cloak and the bone mask standing out against the grey crag the boat drew near.