Deep within the Felwood Aeri followed the hoof prints in front of her. Each step carefully placed to avoid upsetting the debree on the forest floor. The shafts of light penetrating from the branches above reminded her of commitment to the light. To the spirits of those she carried with her. How grateful she was for their guidance. They kept her safe and they kept her true. Today they had whispered to her that of she could find the right creature then transporting all the vessels would be easier. The vessels she carried longed for more company. She could feel the pain of their hollow sadness. Carrying more of them would be difficult without help.
The feeling in her gut would not subside. Something bigger then her life this far was just around the corner. This bubbling and growing sensation of anxiety mixed with apprehension. The rattling of her spirits only confirmed this feeling further. With each step and each rattling of the bones the whispers reminded her of her duty. She was bound to their desire and their need.
The hoof prints were fresh and she could now start to smell the beast. She took a deep breath and urged her breathren to be still. They were not far now. Her tangled mane of silver stuck to her face with the humidity of the forest. It had been a difficult path to follow this creature but soon she would lay eyes on the one she was destined to find.
There he was in all his mystery and grace. Silken black velvet coat. Muscular and strong. He could carry thr vessels and herself with ease. She stood silently observing him. He had yet to notice her presence. He was alone without a herd. It would take time and patient to capture his trust and his soul to her endeavour.
The feeling in her gut would not subside. Something bigger then her life this far was just around the corner. This bubbling and growing sensation of anxiety mixed with apprehension. The rattling of her spirits only confirmed this feeling further. With each step and each rattling of the bones the whispers reminded her of her duty. She was bound to their desire and their need.
The hoof prints were fresh and she could now start to smell the beast. She took a deep breath and urged her breathren to be still. They were not far now. Her tangled mane of silver stuck to her face with the humidity of the forest. It had been a difficult path to follow this creature but soon she would lay eyes on the one she was destined to find.
There he was in all his mystery and grace. Silken black velvet coat. Muscular and strong. He could carry thr vessels and herself with ease. She stood silently observing him. He had yet to notice her presence. He was alone without a herd. It would take time and patient to capture his trust and his soul to her endeavour.