Post by Wintersoul on May 8, 2009 19:10:49 GMT -5
So this was the volcano.
It wasn't as bad as the rumors said, actually. It was almost pleasant. If you were well-prepared, that was. Then again, who needed preparation?
Feathered wings spread wide and leaping from one lump of rock to the next, Pyavra felt very much at home among the smoke and ash. As did many other small creatures and insects, apparently, which she took the liberty of snacking on whenever she managed to catch one. The reason she was even here at all was a mystery to the Soattou, aside from the thrill of exploring and relief from that umbearable and everlasting winter of a place she called home. Back home, where Aarin was, and perhaps Sina as well, unless she[ was off on another one of her adventures...
It was with these thoughts in mind that Pyavra came across something of intrest. (She'd nearly past it by the first time, and had to take a second look to realize it was even there at all.) What had caught the bird's eye was a plant, thriving in this harsh environment. The emrald leaves sprawled upward, and even a small flowerbud hung from the top of the stem.
Not daring to pick it, Pyavra took a break from her scavanging to examine the treasure. She wanted to bring it back to the tower unharmed and aalive, which would be hard to do with her sharp claws and beak. So diggin it up was out of the question. However, it wouldn't last long here, where the sun was blotted out by the smoke... on that subject, how had it even begun to grow in the first place, with no sun to feed it?
It wasn't as bad as the rumors said, actually. It was almost pleasant. If you were well-prepared, that was. Then again, who needed preparation?
Feathered wings spread wide and leaping from one lump of rock to the next, Pyavra felt very much at home among the smoke and ash. As did many other small creatures and insects, apparently, which she took the liberty of snacking on whenever she managed to catch one. The reason she was even here at all was a mystery to the Soattou, aside from the thrill of exploring and relief from that umbearable and everlasting winter of a place she called home. Back home, where Aarin was, and perhaps Sina as well, unless she[ was off on another one of her adventures...
It was with these thoughts in mind that Pyavra came across something of intrest. (She'd nearly past it by the first time, and had to take a second look to realize it was even there at all.) What had caught the bird's eye was a plant, thriving in this harsh environment. The emrald leaves sprawled upward, and even a small flowerbud hung from the top of the stem.
Not daring to pick it, Pyavra took a break from her scavanging to examine the treasure. She wanted to bring it back to the tower unharmed and aalive, which would be hard to do with her sharp claws and beak. So diggin it up was out of the question. However, it wouldn't last long here, where the sun was blotted out by the smoke... on that subject, how had it even begun to grow in the first place, with no sun to feed it?
