Daisie
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Tall and ancient woods reached for the skies and cast the moss-coated forest floor in lazy shadows, swaying in the breeze. A relaxed river snaked through a valley between the Earth's mounds, not flowing enough to roll and rumble, but to trickle by softly. Clinging to the edges of the riverbed were speckled toadstools of various shapes and sizes, soaking in the abundant moisture. It was a peaceful, undisturbed slice of nature that existed in serenity.
Until those two showed up.
"I believe I see it!" The man's voice called, a dusty purple hand pointing through the foliage. "As I said, we were going in the correct direction. These woods are simply very... distracting."
Weaving through the shrubbery as gracefully as a baby fawn on ice skates, Draven Hawthorne made his way down the steep decline towards the riverbed, navigating bare rocks and thick roots. The Tiefling wasn't necessarily known for his grace, but his tall stature at least made the descent a little more bearable. As he planted his boots against the moss-coated ground by the side of the river and gripped the edge of a map tightly in his hand, he gazed over the river with triumph.
"We should be quick about this," Draven called back over his shoulder to his travel partner, who was yet to emerge. He glanced back towards the stream, eyes locking onto the movement of a fish swimming just beneath the surface. "Loreliah and Oaklynn predicted they would be arriving at the town by noon tomorrow. We must not dawdle long if we wish to meet them there."
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Until those two showed up.
"I believe I see it!" The man's voice called, a dusty purple hand pointing through the foliage. "As I said, we were going in the correct direction. These woods are simply very... distracting."
Weaving through the shrubbery as gracefully as a baby fawn on ice skates, Draven Hawthorne made his way down the steep decline towards the riverbed, navigating bare rocks and thick roots. The Tiefling wasn't necessarily known for his grace, but his tall stature at least made the descent a little more bearable. As he planted his boots against the moss-coated ground by the side of the river and gripped the edge of a map tightly in his hand, he gazed over the river with triumph.
"We should be quick about this," Draven called back over his shoulder to his travel partner, who was yet to emerge. He glanced back towards the stream, eyes locking onto the movement of a fish swimming just beneath the surface. "Loreliah and Oaklynn predicted they would be arriving at the town by noon tomorrow. We must not dawdle long if we wish to meet them there."
KarriJorg99