L O S T
Mysa had not yet adjusted to life away from Midvinter. Nor had she really adjusted to being outside of an observation complex. Yet that was not to say that she hadn't been made to feel welcome. Rarely seen without the thick hide cloak around her shoulders or in her grasp, and never without Éar clutched within one hand, the child had done her best to explore the beautiful home she had been accepted into.
Moreso than this had been the adventures she'd undertaken in the outlying land. While there were borders she was told to stay within, Mysa had still managed to find herself a hideyplace at the back of the house and would often curl upon the cloak and watch the birds in the trees and the sky. The smell of nature was like nothing else she had ever experienced, and truthfully the mini-Vi'dreya preferred being outside than inside... Something she clearly did not share with her Creator.
On this day, Mysa was once again outside. While not hidden, she was curled up on the thick cloak talking away to herself in a hushed tone. Éar was prancing around through the fur, much to the little girl's amusement - despite the fact that she was obviously the puppeteer of the whole thing; it was as if the hand grasping the wooden figurine was invisible. There was a few pieces of paper held down by rocks at her side, too, with poor attempts at drawings etched onto the surfaces. Whatever she had drawn was not really legible, but she had only really begun trying to draw a few days prior, and the crayons still felt odd within her hands!
[member='Coci Heavenshield']
Moreso than this had been the adventures she'd undertaken in the outlying land. While there were borders she was told to stay within, Mysa had still managed to find herself a hideyplace at the back of the house and would often curl upon the cloak and watch the birds in the trees and the sky. The smell of nature was like nothing else she had ever experienced, and truthfully the mini-Vi'dreya preferred being outside than inside... Something she clearly did not share with her Creator.
On this day, Mysa was once again outside. While not hidden, she was curled up on the thick cloak talking away to herself in a hushed tone. Éar was prancing around through the fur, much to the little girl's amusement - despite the fact that she was obviously the puppeteer of the whole thing; it was as if the hand grasping the wooden figurine was invisible. There was a few pieces of paper held down by rocks at her side, too, with poor attempts at drawings etched onto the surfaces. Whatever she had drawn was not really legible, but she had only really begun trying to draw a few days prior, and the crayons still felt odd within her hands!
[member='Coci Heavenshield']