Rainforest Cliffs
She doesn’t know what to do. It’s such a strange feeling for her, to be this purposeful. Life outside a herd is not unfamiliar to her, but then she was traveling, learning the ways of one place with every intention of leaving them behind. Then she’d wormed her way into the local’s good graces (usually) as a guest, under the pretense of being a stranger just passing through. Other creatures are endlessly more welcoming when they know you intend to leave. So far, she doesn’t think the same is true of the Rifitians, and Weaver doesn’t even blame them. A bunch of wayward Helovian’s just came crashing through the Portal, basically taking over. Not that they wanted to come here, but here they were nonetheless.
Weaver’s taken to spending most of her time on the Key, finding it to be one of the only pleasant places around. The fruit was sweet and nothing seemed likely to kill her. The Key was somewhat unoccupied though, and while that was all fine and dandy, she also wanted to be around the other Helovian’s as they figured out what the hell to do. So she came back to the mainland, usually to the cliff and the Rainforest even though it was hot as balls here. Raven didn’t seem to mind the heat, even huddled on her back as he was. He still worried her, something obviously wrong with him and their connection, but she had no idea what or how to fix it. He didn’t seem to be getting worse, at least.
Today the rain is heavy and miserable. The rainforest, with its dense trees, offers some sort of protection from the deluge, at least, and so she keeps to the thicker parts of the forest. Rain gets through the leafy canopy above, but it’s tolerable except for the wall of heat that she’s now wading through. Seriously, what an unpleasant place, and she’s phrasing this thought as nicely as possible. If she had something to even do, it might make the place less miserable. She could use a good fight, maybe, but for now the world was too busy trying to figure out how to live in this place to think about sparring. So she keeps walking, hoping to find something to do.
Weaver’s taken to spending most of her time on the Key, finding it to be one of the only pleasant places around. The fruit was sweet and nothing seemed likely to kill her. The Key was somewhat unoccupied though, and while that was all fine and dandy, she also wanted to be around the other Helovian’s as they figured out what the hell to do. So she came back to the mainland, usually to the cliff and the Rainforest even though it was hot as balls here. Raven didn’t seem to mind the heat, even huddled on her back as he was. He still worried her, something obviously wrong with him and their connection, but she had no idea what or how to fix it. He didn’t seem to be getting worse, at least.
Today the rain is heavy and miserable. The rainforest, with its dense trees, offers some sort of protection from the deluge, at least, and so she keeps to the thicker parts of the forest. Rain gets through the leafy canopy above, but it’s tolerable except for the wall of heat that she’s now wading through. Seriously, what an unpleasant place, and she’s phrasing this thought as nicely as possible. If she had something to even do, it might make the place less miserable. She could use a good fight, maybe, but for now the world was too busy trying to figure out how to live in this place to think about sparring. So she keeps walking, hoping to find something to do.
- weaver -
@"Vulkan"
