Afternoon, 50th Winter, 517
"Common" | "Fratava" | "Tukant"
"Common" | "Fratava" | "Tukant"
The sun had risen and now it was closer to noon as Anibesa walked along the shoreline in the falling snow. It was beautiful and she couldn’t help but marvel at it in awe, but it wasn’t natural and she knew that it didn’t feel right for such a place as Syka. She couldn’t imagine that such a tropical area would have ever really seen snow, or at least not in a long time and not without underlying reasons.
She just couldn’t work out what the reasons for the snow here were. Maybe it was because of Morwen’s disappearance? Or maybe it was to do with the lights in the sky? Both were things she was unsure of!
Sighing, she glanced out to see and pulled her cloak tighter around herself, her mortal seeming being more prone to mortal discomforts than her preferred form when Leth was high in the sky.
Groaning slightly, she glanced towards the outskirts of the jungle, knowing that if she wanted to retire to her tent and not freeze in the chill breeze, she’d need to collect some more wood for her fire, and with the snow falling to the ground she wondered whether she’d be able to find any dry wood! Though burning damp wood to make smoke had its uses, dry wood burned cleaner and in her mind she felt as though it was hotter, and that was her preference for the day.
She moved closer to the outskirts of the jungle, noting that snow there was settling on raised patches of ground and she groaned again, realizing that all of the dead wood must have been touched by the snow, and she’d have to find a way to try to dry it all out before burning it if she didn’t want to risk smoking out the settlement. At least that was what she thought.
Frowning she walked over to some of the snowy patches and brushed the snow away, grabbing the piece of wood underneath it. For now it just felt cold, with a very slight dampness to it. Obviously it hadn’t been snowing long enough to have settled into the wood, and hurriedly she continued on, brushing snow away and grabbing more and more pieces of slightly damp wood. Some were twigs, some were pieces of branches, but she intended on burning all of them.
Slightly disappointed that she hadn’t found any wood that would have been ideal, Anibesa make her way back onto the beach, glancing around to see if anyone else was out in the snow she she could ask them about the weather.
She just couldn’t work out what the reasons for the snow here were. Maybe it was because of Morwen’s disappearance? Or maybe it was to do with the lights in the sky? Both were things she was unsure of!
Sighing, she glanced out to see and pulled her cloak tighter around herself, her mortal seeming being more prone to mortal discomforts than her preferred form when Leth was high in the sky.
Groaning slightly, she glanced towards the outskirts of the jungle, knowing that if she wanted to retire to her tent and not freeze in the chill breeze, she’d need to collect some more wood for her fire, and with the snow falling to the ground she wondered whether she’d be able to find any dry wood! Though burning damp wood to make smoke had its uses, dry wood burned cleaner and in her mind she felt as though it was hotter, and that was her preference for the day.
She moved closer to the outskirts of the jungle, noting that snow there was settling on raised patches of ground and she groaned again, realizing that all of the dead wood must have been touched by the snow, and she’d have to find a way to try to dry it all out before burning it if she didn’t want to risk smoking out the settlement. At least that was what she thought.
Frowning she walked over to some of the snowy patches and brushed the snow away, grabbing the piece of wood underneath it. For now it just felt cold, with a very slight dampness to it. Obviously it hadn’t been snowing long enough to have settled into the wood, and hurriedly she continued on, brushing snow away and grabbing more and more pieces of slightly damp wood. Some were twigs, some were pieces of branches, but she intended on burning all of them.
Slightly disappointed that she hadn’t found any wood that would have been ideal, Anibesa make her way back onto the beach, glancing around to see if anyone else was out in the snow she she could ask them about the weather.