Rainforest Cliffs
07-14-2017, 04:10 PM
Her father had found a cave in the towering, vine laden cliffs which was suitably large enough for several unicorns at once. Though it meant rotating out the dry spots, it did give the foals, at least, a safe and dry place to sleep, out of the constant rain, but the fallen in caverns along the stone effacement also had left the adults on edge about this one, especially when they hadn’t found many others of comparable size. Not sure what that suggested, Gwyn found she didn’t really care.
She didn’t understand why they couldn’t be grateful. They were still alive, and they had found a place to sleep. It was dry, and when she snuggled up with Arleigh or her parents, it was warm. The creepy smoke and glowing things weren’t out here, and though the sounds of beasts out there roared and cackled and peered through the shadows with blinking eyes, they had not been attacked. It was a naïve perspective; the girl was too young to really understand the desperation of the situation they had been thrown into. She did not know that the plants she had been fed each day might have killed her, because the adults didn’t know what they were, or that the cave she found so safe and comforting could fall in at any moment, due to the incessant rain; she did not understand that, though they had not yet been attacked, they most certainly would.
So she wandered.
It most certainly not wise, but Gwyn was not yet these things. Plodding along slowly, the rain dripping down the oversized leaves of the jungle foliage above, she looks everywhere, seeing the world through a child’s eyes: strange, magical, new. Her heart does not thrum with fear, for her parents are near, and will save her, and she has never met danger at all. What is out in the world for her is discovery, and the lonesome princess would discover all that she could.
Finding a particularly huge tree, its roots so numerous that she was sure it would take her days or weeks to count them all (if she knew that many numbers), Gwyn steps towards it with amazement writ across every inch of her face. What an amazing tree! She nearly gasps aloud, but doesn’t, the sort to keep things to herself – at least, so far. Instead, a quiet murmur of awe slips through the air, her small hooves carrying her about its base, ice blue eyes searching its far away canopy.
@Galahad
She didn’t understand why they couldn’t be grateful. They were still alive, and they had found a place to sleep. It was dry, and when she snuggled up with Arleigh or her parents, it was warm. The creepy smoke and glowing things weren’t out here, and though the sounds of beasts out there roared and cackled and peered through the shadows with blinking eyes, they had not been attacked. It was a naïve perspective; the girl was too young to really understand the desperation of the situation they had been thrown into. She did not know that the plants she had been fed each day might have killed her, because the adults didn’t know what they were, or that the cave she found so safe and comforting could fall in at any moment, due to the incessant rain; she did not understand that, though they had not yet been attacked, they most certainly would.
So she wandered.
It most certainly not wise, but Gwyn was not yet these things. Plodding along slowly, the rain dripping down the oversized leaves of the jungle foliage above, she looks everywhere, seeing the world through a child’s eyes: strange, magical, new. Her heart does not thrum with fear, for her parents are near, and will save her, and she has never met danger at all. What is out in the world for her is discovery, and the lonesome princess would discover all that she could.
Finding a particularly huge tree, its roots so numerous that she was sure it would take her days or weeks to count them all (if she knew that many numbers), Gwyn steps towards it with amazement writ across every inch of her face. What an amazing tree! She nearly gasps aloud, but doesn’t, the sort to keep things to herself – at least, so far. Instead, a quiet murmur of awe slips through the air, her small hooves carrying her about its base, ice blue eyes searching its far away canopy.
@Galahad
