Post by Alora on Sept 19, 2014 10:50:11 GMT -8
The mountains were silent. Yet in their silence the world sang its own song and the beat of the earth its rhythm and is so the world kept time to it. They had a peace about them that the world outside didn't seem to comprehend. It was in the mountains that Alora had chosen to make her home. She felt even more alone in this current world than ever before in the passing years. It didn't seem that any of the world understood the elements power or the voice that it carried through the wind and through the many songs of the animals that roamed the lands. It was part of the reason she chose to isolate herself from the world. but it was also the reason she chose to venture out. It was now such a time that she decided to see if perhaps the world had taken on a different view from their past woes. She always hoped that she would find someone that shared her views. Someone who could be taught. Some sign that there might be someone out there to communicate with.
It was almost a dream that would never be. Fading from her hopes as much as her memories of who she was had vanished from her. But she knew she had to try, and while she liked the solitude it was nice to have some company as well. And the potential to learn something was always a possibility as well. As she readied her pack she decided to head west and see what changes had happened in the last couple hundred years. She gathers up roots and berries she gleaned from the land and a couple gourds full of water and a change of clothes from her last venture. She wondered how the style of clothing might have changed but it didnt matter. oft times they would call her retro but they had no idea. She shoulders her pack and changes forms to that of a wild horse and makes her way down through the mountain trails as the sun crested over the peaks
It was almost a dream that would never be. Fading from her hopes as much as her memories of who she was had vanished from her. But she knew she had to try, and while she liked the solitude it was nice to have some company as well. And the potential to learn something was always a possibility as well. As she readied her pack she decided to head west and see what changes had happened in the last couple hundred years. She gathers up roots and berries she gleaned from the land and a couple gourds full of water and a change of clothes from her last venture. She wondered how the style of clothing might have changed but it didnt matter. oft times they would call her retro but they had no idea. She shoulders her pack and changes forms to that of a wild horse and makes her way down through the mountain trails as the sun crested over the peaks