Timestamp: Summer 26, 515 AV
Talya looked up at the sky. She found that there were only a few clouds left there from earlier in the morning. They were fluffy and white, and crawled across the pale blue sky at a languid pace, like a snail. The sun passed between them now and again, as it climbed higher near its zenith, which it seemed to be fast approaching. There wasn't a bird in sight- big or small, the sky was barren, in much the same way as the top of the trees she moved under were empty. They were covered in lush green leaves of course, which rustled softly within the wind, but besides that there was nothing. There would be more than enough time to forage for berries she thought, before she set up her camp for the night, and awaited the coming of the stars. Thus, with a thin smile upon her lips, she continued onward through the forest. She stepped over roots, and pressed her hands against the bark of the trees now and again, just to see how dry they were- but they all felt the same. The wood coarse and gnarled, perhaps even a little brittle, in the sense that it felt strong, although not so much so that she could not break it away with her fingers if she wanted to.
Her feet moved over stone as much as they moved over grass and patches of hard packed, unadorned soil. The ground she found was toughest there and hardest upon her soles, but she made no complaint as she made her way through, keeping her ears perked for the sound of running water. A sort of stream, or perhaps even a small river, which she thought could feed the plant life around it more than an area without. She thought it important as plants needed water to survive, so if there was more of it in a certain area, she thought that there was likely a chance that more plants bearing fruit and berries would be around there too. But she could be wrong in this, as she didn't know much about plants, although she knew that their having too much water could drown them in much the opposite way that too little could dry them out, so that they shriveled up and died. She found that because she couldn't hear the movement of water right now, she walked largely aimlessly, although she kept her eyes trained upon the trees as much as she did the ground, and often moved in areas where she noticed more small leafy plants upon the forest floor, or more moss growing on a certain side of the tree, as she thought that meant there was more moisture in the air, and in the ground.
Talya didn't consider how it may have had something to do with the run-off in rainwater, (as the ground was gradually sloping downward), feeding things more in this area than others. To her, it didn't matter, she simply liked what she was seeing, and didn't quite know where she was headed right now, and simply did whatever she could to make sure that she was continually walking on, somewhere. She found that when she traversed in this way, weaving through the trees from the east to the west, and then a bit to the north before cycling back again, that she felt as though she missed far less, as she moved through greater stretches of the land. But she also felt like she wasn't progressing very much, and was moving much more slowly than she could, but there was little she felt, that she could actually do about this, and thus, simply continued on her way. Eventually, she thought she could hear water- but it wasn't a flow as it moved over the ground, over soil and over stone, instead, it was the faint dripping of water falling from some place higher and onto the ground. She did her best to follow it all the same- for perhaps enough of it had fallen that it had gathered into a small pool, and that would be enough to feed the plants. But no matter how well she followed it and drew near, and looked around, she could not find it.
Talya looked up at the sky. She found that there were only a few clouds left there from earlier in the morning. They were fluffy and white, and crawled across the pale blue sky at a languid pace, like a snail. The sun passed between them now and again, as it climbed higher near its zenith, which it seemed to be fast approaching. There wasn't a bird in sight- big or small, the sky was barren, in much the same way as the top of the trees she moved under were empty. They were covered in lush green leaves of course, which rustled softly within the wind, but besides that there was nothing. There would be more than enough time to forage for berries she thought, before she set up her camp for the night, and awaited the coming of the stars. Thus, with a thin smile upon her lips, she continued onward through the forest. She stepped over roots, and pressed her hands against the bark of the trees now and again, just to see how dry they were- but they all felt the same. The wood coarse and gnarled, perhaps even a little brittle, in the sense that it felt strong, although not so much so that she could not break it away with her fingers if she wanted to.
Her feet moved over stone as much as they moved over grass and patches of hard packed, unadorned soil. The ground she found was toughest there and hardest upon her soles, but she made no complaint as she made her way through, keeping her ears perked for the sound of running water. A sort of stream, or perhaps even a small river, which she thought could feed the plant life around it more than an area without. She thought it important as plants needed water to survive, so if there was more of it in a certain area, she thought that there was likely a chance that more plants bearing fruit and berries would be around there too. But she could be wrong in this, as she didn't know much about plants, although she knew that their having too much water could drown them in much the opposite way that too little could dry them out, so that they shriveled up and died. She found that because she couldn't hear the movement of water right now, she walked largely aimlessly, although she kept her eyes trained upon the trees as much as she did the ground, and often moved in areas where she noticed more small leafy plants upon the forest floor, or more moss growing on a certain side of the tree, as she thought that meant there was more moisture in the air, and in the ground.
Talya didn't consider how it may have had something to do with the run-off in rainwater, (as the ground was gradually sloping downward), feeding things more in this area than others. To her, it didn't matter, she simply liked what she was seeing, and didn't quite know where she was headed right now, and simply did whatever she could to make sure that she was continually walking on, somewhere. She found that when she traversed in this way, weaving through the trees from the east to the west, and then a bit to the north before cycling back again, that she felt as though she missed far less, as she moved through greater stretches of the land. But she also felt like she wasn't progressing very much, and was moving much more slowly than she could, but there was little she felt, that she could actually do about this, and thus, simply continued on her way. Eventually, she thought she could hear water- but it wasn't a flow as it moved over the ground, over soil and over stone, instead, it was the faint dripping of water falling from some place higher and onto the ground. She did her best to follow it all the same- for perhaps enough of it had fallen that it had gathered into a small pool, and that would be enough to feed the plants. But no matter how well she followed it and drew near, and looked around, she could not find it.