Uwaritace
08-03-2017, 05:30 PM
Oh Otem, sweet autumn child, you may hate to be wrong; but in this you are completely right. Castiella with all her swiftness and fast thinking does not help you in this situation. Alone a child of nature, such as yourself, might have excelled in this event, but oh how The Rift enjoys what your “friend” gets herself tangled up in. Castiella is the land’s favourite out of you two – if a land could have favourites that is.
The herd halters just in front of the two girls. The lead bull bellows at the sight of Castiella with the dead calf, he does not speak her language and cannot know what truths she speaks. But before rage takes a hold of the herd again, Otem and her sprites waltz up in front of them. The animals are visibly unsure of the ethereal beings. They back away slowly, nostrils flaring red and pink chins wobbling. A cow in the back of the herd bellows a low, sad tune and the rest of the adults starts singing with her as they back away into the dark mists. A requiem for their lost child.
Soon the song dies away and you girls are alone with the casualty of your mistakes…
The herd halters just in front of the two girls. The lead bull bellows at the sight of Castiella with the dead calf, he does not speak her language and cannot know what truths she speaks. But before rage takes a hold of the herd again, Otem and her sprites waltz up in front of them. The animals are visibly unsure of the ethereal beings. They back away slowly, nostrils flaring red and pink chins wobbling. A cow in the back of the herd bellows a low, sad tune and the rest of the adults starts singing with her as they back away into the dark mists. A requiem for their lost child.
Soon the song dies away and you girls are alone with the casualty of your mistakes…
the Rift
