eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
Aurelia's tracked these peculiar little lizards quite far into the Oerwoud. It's piqued her curiosity to enough of an extent to justify this venture. Especially given that she has nothing else planned for the day. Maybe it's also for the hell of it; for some peace of mind; for a break from the chaos of Torchline. Which isn't much. In the grand scheme of things, it's pretty tame and much of that chaos is self-inflincted in Aurelia's case. But a breath of fresh air, where she can focus on something other than her emotions or even herself, is well appreciated.
It allows the tension, that normally holds her rigid, to ease off. Her shoulders pull back, her tongue unclasps from the roof of her mouth, her forehead creases disappear, and she's enveloping herself in the one place where she truly feels at home...
The wild.
Her dark, deep-brown cloak veils her face as she seeks through colorful ferns and twisting vines. Her ear listens for the unique tunes and vocalizations of treeflits. Having never seen them before, she's quite interested in... at least observing them! They remind her of the cloud wyrms from the ship, and of some of the things she'd seen back in her world, but their air is much more innocent than these other creatures. They sing their thoughts to each other like birds and spread tiny wings to flit between trees.
It's as she's following a cluster of them, a smile on her lips, that her foot snares. "Huh?" She glances down to notice what would appear to be a normal vine as it yanks her off balance. Upside down she goes, cloak billowing out beneath her head. Even her hunter's knife falls to the ground beneath her, no help for her now.
A frustrated, wordless snarl parts her lips.
It allows the tension, that normally holds her rigid, to ease off. Her shoulders pull back, her tongue unclasps from the roof of her mouth, her forehead creases disappear, and she's enveloping herself in the one place where she truly feels at home...
The wild.
Her dark, deep-brown cloak veils her face as she seeks through colorful ferns and twisting vines. Her ear listens for the unique tunes and vocalizations of treeflits. Having never seen them before, she's quite interested in... at least observing them! They remind her of the cloud wyrms from the ship, and of some of the things she'd seen back in her world, but their air is much more innocent than these other creatures. They sing their thoughts to each other like birds and spread tiny wings to flit between trees.
It's as she's following a cluster of them, a smile on her lips, that her foot snares. "Huh?" She glances down to notice what would appear to be a normal vine as it yanks her off balance. Upside down she goes, cloak billowing out beneath her head. Even her hunter's knife falls to the ground beneath her, no help for her now.
A frustrated, wordless snarl parts her lips.
Aurelia
