| Cleodora & Yazi | Starter |
@pandokofswamp
Where: Edge of Destarin Forest When: Early afternoon
Though Cleodora had failed to arrive for another shift at the local grocers, it only took a little stroll along the outskirt of the forest to find the run away nymph. She had a flagrant disregard for what was expected of her and it showed, given she had no intention of hiding away at home. No, the nymph instead was floating in a stream, the pale rose of her wet gown matching the pink in the nymph's eyes.
Though the nymph had drank from her waterfall yesterday, remnants of it's sight seeing gifts remained, evident in the hue of her usually crystal blue eyes. After an extended stay in town, the nymph had gorged on the water source and thus had spent the majority of the morning, trapped in a confusing blur of visions. As the pink clouded her eyes, Cleodora lost her grip on the present and was forced into the futures of those closest to her as well as those who were complete strangers to her. The visions were confusing, filled with languages unknown to Cleodora, a sea of changing faces disorientating her.
While the nymph was a vision in a rose dress, submerged in water, her dark hair splayed around her face, the lazy water stream slowly carrying her past lily pads and various flowers, Cleodora's visions were anything but pretty and peaceful.
As such, when she was permitted respite randomly, the nymph sat up suddenly, her legs hitting the pebbled floor beneath her, and her eyes draining of all traces of pink. The sense of peace and calm in the area was disrupted by Cleodora dragging her wet frame from the water so she could lie on the bank exhausted. If there was ever a reason to cease all visits to the Kyngeshed in the future it was this. Taverns lead to bad decisions, and bad decisions always seemed to circle back to the gift she had no control over and no desire to practice.
The nymph huffed and rolled onto her side so she was looking across the wide, shallow stream. The sound of an unfamiliar splash caught the weary nymph, and it was with a wary gaze that she sat up and turned to see who or what had joined her.
