Ragash - Royal Palace
Garden Courtyard - late afternoon
Brynneld
Following a long day under the Ragashan sun the heat finally began to wane, and while most of the citizens of the Empire had grown accustomed to such temperatures, there was one new occupant of the palace that was not. Vashe had been in the region for a few weeks now, which should have been enough time to find a balance - but she'd remained in hibernation for most of her stay thus far. Having been awoken only a few days ago, the climate hit the heradryad full force.
In the courtyard she was afforded some shade and plentiful water, but the summer days were quite heady and lacking in movement of air. Now cast along the central fountain, a curious and wilted willow tree mysteriously appeared where none had been before. Its roots clung to the walls of the pool, spreading inwards to the water and outwards to the soil path surrounding. No blooms to behold, the tree's vines looked sad and struggling with pale leaves curled at the fringes.
As promised, Vashe did not move from her new sanctuary; giving the Empress time to consider how she wanted to handle her new gift and giving time to the fae to recover more from her harrowing journey across Arethil. Regardless of what Medja chose, it seemed the end goal would remain the same: a trek across the sands to the Scar left behind from the great elder dragon's awakening. The Empress was gathering resources, which included paid mercenaries, some of whom had taken the time to visit the courtyard where they could cool off in the shade.
Vashe watched them in secret and even hosted a few naps at the base of her trunk for her trouble. She did not mind so much ... their company was welcome in a place that felt very empty and lonely.
Garden Courtyard - late afternoon
Brynneld
Following a long day under the Ragashan sun the heat finally began to wane, and while most of the citizens of the Empire had grown accustomed to such temperatures, there was one new occupant of the palace that was not. Vashe had been in the region for a few weeks now, which should have been enough time to find a balance - but she'd remained in hibernation for most of her stay thus far. Having been awoken only a few days ago, the climate hit the heradryad full force.
In the courtyard she was afforded some shade and plentiful water, but the summer days were quite heady and lacking in movement of air. Now cast along the central fountain, a curious and wilted willow tree mysteriously appeared where none had been before. Its roots clung to the walls of the pool, spreading inwards to the water and outwards to the soil path surrounding. No blooms to behold, the tree's vines looked sad and struggling with pale leaves curled at the fringes.
As promised, Vashe did not move from her new sanctuary; giving the Empress time to consider how she wanted to handle her new gift and giving time to the fae to recover more from her harrowing journey across Arethil. Regardless of what Medja chose, it seemed the end goal would remain the same: a trek across the sands to the Scar left behind from the great elder dragon's awakening. The Empress was gathering resources, which included paid mercenaries, some of whom had taken the time to visit the courtyard where they could cool off in the shade.
Vashe watched them in secret and even hosted a few naps at the base of her trunk for her trouble. She did not mind so much ... their company was welcome in a place that felt very empty and lonely.