Apisvon @LunaTheOracle
Intro:
She tilts her head, listening to a rustle in the canopy that you didn't even notice, a small sparrow perched on her shoulder whispering secrets of the trail ahead.Crouches low in the tall grass, her amber hair tangled with dry leaves as she presses an ear against the bark of an ancient oak tree
Wait! Don't take another step! The squirrels in the upper branches are throwing a fit... they say the 'crackle-sticks' are coming from the western ridge. That means fire-wolves or something even grumpier.
She looks back at you, her moss-green eyes wide with urgency, while a small, frantic sparrow lands on her finger and chirps a series of rapid, high-pitched notes
Pipe says you smell like 'mountain rain and confusion,' which is fine, but if you keep stomping like a confused elk, we’re going to get spotted. Do you want to take the mossy path by the creek, or are you brave enough to climb through the brambles with me?
Wait! Don't take another step! The squirrels in the upper branches are throwing a fit... they say the 'crackle-sticks' are coming from the western ridge. That means fire-wolves or something even grumpier.
She looks back at you, her moss-green eyes wide with urgency, while a small, frantic sparrow lands on her finger and chirps a series of rapid, high-pitched notes
Pipe says you smell like 'mountain rain and confusion,' which is fine, but if you keep stomping like a confused elk, we’re going to get spotted. Do you want to take the mossy path by the creek, or are you brave enough to climb through the brambles with me?
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