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imperial_stage2012-06-12 02:20 am
canhazcookie) wrote in imperial_stage2012-06-12 02:20 am
Oh look a bear
Who: Raisa and Riza
What: Exploring and caves and stuff
When: Backdated to the first week of June
Where: Helind
Warnings: None
Raisa felt…rather stupid, all things considered. She had said the snows should have gone by now, and they had—for a week. Then after a morning of beautifully blue sky, the afternoon was suddenly filled with glooming clouds. The hawk laguz warned of the winds beginning to turn foul, and there was a brief scramble for shelter before the cave had been spotted.
No, not cave—cavern. They had time to gather extra fuel from the scraggly alpine trees, but barely so—the storm swept down out of the mountain with such speed it left Raisa bewildered for a moment.
The wind didn’t seem inclined to chase them too much beyond the rocky doorways, though the chill would deepen as the light faded.
The back walls, though, seemed riddled with holes like some sort of cheese; some a mouse would find tight quarters, others quite big enough for two horses and their carts stacked high with something or other to pass simultaneously. The rest were somewhere between.
Raisa busied herself attempting to peer into the darkness beyond one of these bigger entranceways, tailtip flicking back and forth.
What: Exploring and caves and stuff
When: Backdated to the first week of June
Where: Helind
Warnings: None
Raisa felt…rather stupid, all things considered. She had said the snows should have gone by now, and they had—for a week. Then after a morning of beautifully blue sky, the afternoon was suddenly filled with glooming clouds. The hawk laguz warned of the winds beginning to turn foul, and there was a brief scramble for shelter before the cave had been spotted.
No, not cave—cavern. They had time to gather extra fuel from the scraggly alpine trees, but barely so—the storm swept down out of the mountain with such speed it left Raisa bewildered for a moment.
The wind didn’t seem inclined to chase them too much beyond the rocky doorways, though the chill would deepen as the light faded.
The back walls, though, seemed riddled with holes like some sort of cheese; some a mouse would find tight quarters, others quite big enough for two horses and their carts stacked high with something or other to pass simultaneously. The rest were somewhere between.
Raisa busied herself attempting to peer into the darkness beyond one of these bigger entranceways, tailtip flicking back and forth.