Post by Acacia Scorza on Mar 13, 2023 11:08:32 GMT -5
[For Ghayth Orvar]
Acacia had travelled a bit further from the city today. She knew that during the winter only specific flowers managed to survive the cold, and others only grew during this time of year. These special flowers were more expensive than bouquets of regular flowers like roses or tulips. Most of these flowers were rather small, but she would be able to make small bouquets out of them, or use them as decorative accents in bigger bouquets. The woman was wearing mostly red again, and had covered herself in a warm, fuzzy coat to keep herself warm. Like most of the times, she wore gloves to protect her hands and keep them warm.
The forest to the west was one that were the main protagonist of many haunting tales and stories. Acacia did not care for them. If anything, she saw herself as one of the creatures in said stories, not as the idiotic adventurers that encountered these creatures in the dark forest. For that reason, she did not fear going in there by herself, but many people would say she was crazy for doing so. Women and children would be adviced against going in there alone. There were stories about husbands looking for their lost wives, wives that had been looking for their lost child in the first place. They made her laugh.
She had ventured into the forest and was now on her knees, picking flowers and putting them in a basket. When she saw a little bug on one of the flower petals, she carefully let it crawl on her finger. The woman got up and looked around, using her enhanced sight and darkvision to look through the trees and the darkness until she found what she was looking for: a spider's web. With a small grin on her face the walked over to the web and carefully put the insect on the web, which caused it to struggle. It was now stuck and a meal for the spider that had made the web. "Goodnight, don't let the bedbugs bite", she whispered before returning to the spot she had been previously sitting in.
Acacia had travelled a bit further from the city today. She knew that during the winter only specific flowers managed to survive the cold, and others only grew during this time of year. These special flowers were more expensive than bouquets of regular flowers like roses or tulips. Most of these flowers were rather small, but she would be able to make small bouquets out of them, or use them as decorative accents in bigger bouquets. The woman was wearing mostly red again, and had covered herself in a warm, fuzzy coat to keep herself warm. Like most of the times, she wore gloves to protect her hands and keep them warm.
The forest to the west was one that were the main protagonist of many haunting tales and stories. Acacia did not care for them. If anything, she saw herself as one of the creatures in said stories, not as the idiotic adventurers that encountered these creatures in the dark forest. For that reason, she did not fear going in there by herself, but many people would say she was crazy for doing so. Women and children would be adviced against going in there alone. There were stories about husbands looking for their lost wives, wives that had been looking for their lost child in the first place. They made her laugh.
She had ventured into the forest and was now on her knees, picking flowers and putting them in a basket. When she saw a little bug on one of the flower petals, she carefully let it crawl on her finger. The woman got up and looked around, using her enhanced sight and darkvision to look through the trees and the darkness until she found what she was looking for: a spider's web. With a small grin on her face the walked over to the web and carefully put the insect on the web, which caused it to struggle. It was now stuck and a meal for the spider that had made the web. "Goodnight, don't let the bedbugs bite", she whispered before returning to the spot she had been previously sitting in.
