
[9th day of summer 513.a.v.]
[Wilderness]
[Shore of Lake Ravok]
[Middle day]
For 3 days, Amelia has been out in the wilds of the city. She stayed in a tent not that far from the stables where Fauna was kept throughout the time she was in the city. It was a pleasant weather and the places where she was staying were relatively safe, well, as safe as the wilds could possibly get. With huntsmen coming back to work, it was natural that Amelia felt a bit more protected than she’d normally would.
Now, when her tent was packed and all of her bags that mattered were left in the stables, she felt free. Amelia pulled her braid over her shoulder, as she brushed Fauna few good bells, up until the middle of the day. Making sure to have her leopardbreed be at top appearance as she paid extra detail to the horses mane and tail ”isn’t this nice” she asked her horse, before hearing an approving neigh and a clap of her feet against a rock. To this her smile grew. The girl packed her brushed and threw them in the stable where Fauna was staying. ”let’s go girl” she offered, slowly going deeper into the forests, but always keeping close enough to the shore to see the city or the trading post.
Once the two had reached a comfortable enough for Amelia position, the human bent down and readjusted the saddles, before getting on a rock that was near Fauna. Amelia used the rock as a mounting block and with a little struggle, got on her beloved hors. Amelia was a decent rider, but somehow, getting on and off Fauna was always a problem. However, as soon as Amelia was on the horse, it was a steady right. She slightly tapped the side of her companion, letting the horse know it should go faster as they rode along the countless bushes along the side. A time or two Amelia had to bend down her whole upper body, in order to avoid a lower branch and its blooming leaves. ”Easy girl! I’m taller now!” she chuckled as the two continued on their stroll. And Soon enough, the fortune teller broke out into a song ...
”In this Storybook,
One sees only the masks;
Here on the lake of Ravok,
Leaving nothing but footmarks
On ones broken soul…”
One sees only the masks;
Here on the lake of Ravok,
Leaving nothing but footmarks
On ones broken soul…”
She knew she wasn’t making much sense, but that was what she liked about being alone. She didn’t have to make sense, she could be as random and weird as she liked and nobody would judge her, the trees don’t judge you.