I am haunted by all the editions of books that are prettier than the ones I already own.
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I am haunted by all the editions of books that are prettier than the ones I already own.
helene + open !
location: winter training grounds
as with anything that brought helene tension they went and trained and so were gone their dress and tights and in its place were thick furs and a belt holding multiple weapons . and helene was eyeing the target in front of them , one eye closed as they brought back the bowstring and let out a breath and the moment before they let go they heard a sound , they twirled the end of their arrow looking for who , or what , was brave enough to disrupt their training and then the sound came again and helene looked down seeing a mouse . helene lowered her bow and arrow , letting out a nervous chuckle . “ its just a mouse , helene, ” they told themselves , pushing back the strains of hair that had fallen out of their bun .
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Heavy padded paws trounce through the snow. Though Stormhold is not much colder than Abileina, Anila finds herself much more comfortable walking the grounds in the familiar form of a panther. An occasional servant or guard stirs at her presence, but the emerald encrusted talisman around her neck alters them that she is not truly an animal. She is here to speak to the master scholar to discuss the recent news, the arrival of the god of death, but she is in no rush. Just then a brave little mouse runs past her paw; the perfect distraction. With a leap she shifts from the large muscular form of a jaguar to a simple black cat. The talisman around her neck almost drags through the snow it is so large. Still she stalks and chases the mouse around court.
Pressed on her haunches and hiding in a bush she leaps to catch the mouse in her paws. Anila hears a voice and her big eyes look up to catch Helene’s gaze. She releases the mouse before slowly shifting back to her human form. “My apologies,” she says, voice as cold as the air around them. “I did not mean to interrupt.”
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