Day 76th of Spring, 514 A.V.
How strange it was that time seemed to slip so quickly past her, didn't the season just change? Reven experienced more than what she thought her life could handle within the Spring season yet, somehow, she was able to make it through okay. The Kelvic was content, peaceful, she was happy and in love with the man she sought after fiercely. Reven had a home at the Sanctuary, a family she cherished with many children she adored, and a job she enjoyed. She was so relaxed in her day to day life style that fear of the world around her began to dissipate. Strong and sturdy, the feline was, but she had changed from that to something more, someone deeper, intuitive, optimistic, a thinker of sorts. Her curiosities propelled her further into a world far different than the one she lived in and because of this, the Kelvic had been gifted with more than a bond and a family. Nysel, the God of dreams, looked upon her now with expectations that Reven committed herself to uphold even after death. Even Vanator took it upon himself to educate her on magic and bless her with the ability to manipulate it.
Reven was stronger than she was before.
This thought didn't persuade emotions of cockiness, or arrogance. She would not misuse the gifts she'd been given. Instead, the Kelvic viewed them more as powers to be wary of, burdens of sorts that could launch her into a world of darkness if use irresponsibly. Warnings were given to her, through and through, constantly reminding her of such dangers and for this, she was less inclined to venture into that other world. The world of Reimancy and Dreamwalking. Fear gripped her, not for the unknown but for the fact that Dira could easily take her life and that was something the feline refused to allow. Reven would not leave her family, could not leave her love, and wouldn't accept death until the goddess saw fit to rip Reven's very soul from her unnatural body. At this point, it didn't matter if it was the bond causing her to feel so tightly attached to her family, or the commitment she made to Kavala at knife point, but the cougar vowed to be reasonable with her gifts to ensure her life would continue on.
Normality was something Reven craved today. The recent, drastic changes she'd experienced in the past several weeks called for some vacation to regular, average life. It was a life she had been raised in, though the Kelvic struggled to make ends meet, a normal, day to day routine was something she missed. Not that she longed for such a life again, but at that point in time, everything the world was composed of was regular, where there were good days, bad days, meet and greets with Akalaks who questioned her about children, and animals and hunters that attempted to maim her out in the wilderness. Maybe not so much an average life, she thought, but it was ordinary. Without the knowledge that Gods and Goddess existed, truly. Or that magic, Res, existed.
Reven awoke that morning with the goal in mind to spend the day by herself, doing normal things. Like shopping, or reading a book, maybe even going for a walk. With a parting kiss to her bondmate, Reven ventured out of the Sanctuary toward Riverfall, a hunting knife strapped to her upper, right thigh while a small leather pack rested against her back. It was supplied with typical items, her coin purse, and some fruits and smoked meat, just in case the cougar had an urge to eat along the way. Dressed in a sleeveless leather vest with fitted cotton pants and boots, the cougar was out on the road before the fourteenth bell was struck.
It didn't take the Kelvic long to reach the main gates of Riverfall but before entering, she stopped upon seeing a crowd of people veering off toward the Orchards. Curious as to what could be so popular to attract attention, she bounded for the blooming trees. Coming up to them, however, it appeared that a small, outdoor gathering was taking place and if she looked closer, it seemed as if followers of a certain religion were there to worship. Indifferent, Reven turned to leave but paused, looking around the trees.
The cougar could sense there were animals around. She knew by the small scratches on the trunks and the tiny prints on the ground. There was another oddity, she found, where upon further inspection appeared a flaky, film-like substance, as if it were skin being brushed off the branches of the trees. Was that a snakes skin? Journeying deeper into the Orchards, Reven eyed the branches further till finally, she spotted one. Barely able to decipher the color of the snake between the blooming leaves of the branches, Reven could tell there was a very large serpent strung up upon natural wooden beams. It didn't look aggressive, from what she could tell, but nonetheless, it made her unease.
The feline guessed the snake was the reason hardly any animals were around the Orchards and if there was one, there were plenty more lurking in the quiet, pleasant shadows. Frowning, the Kelvic turned to leave, not wanting to remain in the Orchards any longer.
How strange it was that time seemed to slip so quickly past her, didn't the season just change? Reven experienced more than what she thought her life could handle within the Spring season yet, somehow, she was able to make it through okay. The Kelvic was content, peaceful, she was happy and in love with the man she sought after fiercely. Reven had a home at the Sanctuary, a family she cherished with many children she adored, and a job she enjoyed. She was so relaxed in her day to day life style that fear of the world around her began to dissipate. Strong and sturdy, the feline was, but she had changed from that to something more, someone deeper, intuitive, optimistic, a thinker of sorts. Her curiosities propelled her further into a world far different than the one she lived in and because of this, the Kelvic had been gifted with more than a bond and a family. Nysel, the God of dreams, looked upon her now with expectations that Reven committed herself to uphold even after death. Even Vanator took it upon himself to educate her on magic and bless her with the ability to manipulate it.
Reven was stronger than she was before.
This thought didn't persuade emotions of cockiness, or arrogance. She would not misuse the gifts she'd been given. Instead, the Kelvic viewed them more as powers to be wary of, burdens of sorts that could launch her into a world of darkness if use irresponsibly. Warnings were given to her, through and through, constantly reminding her of such dangers and for this, she was less inclined to venture into that other world. The world of Reimancy and Dreamwalking. Fear gripped her, not for the unknown but for the fact that Dira could easily take her life and that was something the feline refused to allow. Reven would not leave her family, could not leave her love, and wouldn't accept death until the goddess saw fit to rip Reven's very soul from her unnatural body. At this point, it didn't matter if it was the bond causing her to feel so tightly attached to her family, or the commitment she made to Kavala at knife point, but the cougar vowed to be reasonable with her gifts to ensure her life would continue on.
Normality was something Reven craved today. The recent, drastic changes she'd experienced in the past several weeks called for some vacation to regular, average life. It was a life she had been raised in, though the Kelvic struggled to make ends meet, a normal, day to day routine was something she missed. Not that she longed for such a life again, but at that point in time, everything the world was composed of was regular, where there were good days, bad days, meet and greets with Akalaks who questioned her about children, and animals and hunters that attempted to maim her out in the wilderness. Maybe not so much an average life, she thought, but it was ordinary. Without the knowledge that Gods and Goddess existed, truly. Or that magic, Res, existed.
Reven awoke that morning with the goal in mind to spend the day by herself, doing normal things. Like shopping, or reading a book, maybe even going for a walk. With a parting kiss to her bondmate, Reven ventured out of the Sanctuary toward Riverfall, a hunting knife strapped to her upper, right thigh while a small leather pack rested against her back. It was supplied with typical items, her coin purse, and some fruits and smoked meat, just in case the cougar had an urge to eat along the way. Dressed in a sleeveless leather vest with fitted cotton pants and boots, the cougar was out on the road before the fourteenth bell was struck.
It didn't take the Kelvic long to reach the main gates of Riverfall but before entering, she stopped upon seeing a crowd of people veering off toward the Orchards. Curious as to what could be so popular to attract attention, she bounded for the blooming trees. Coming up to them, however, it appeared that a small, outdoor gathering was taking place and if she looked closer, it seemed as if followers of a certain religion were there to worship. Indifferent, Reven turned to leave but paused, looking around the trees.
The cougar could sense there were animals around. She knew by the small scratches on the trunks and the tiny prints on the ground. There was another oddity, she found, where upon further inspection appeared a flaky, film-like substance, as if it were skin being brushed off the branches of the trees. Was that a snakes skin? Journeying deeper into the Orchards, Reven eyed the branches further till finally, she spotted one. Barely able to decipher the color of the snake between the blooming leaves of the branches, Reven could tell there was a very large serpent strung up upon natural wooden beams. It didn't look aggressive, from what she could tell, but nonetheless, it made her unease.
The feline guessed the snake was the reason hardly any animals were around the Orchards and if there was one, there were plenty more lurking in the quiet, pleasant shadows. Frowning, the Kelvic turned to leave, not wanting to remain in the Orchards any longer.