Post by stormbringer15 on Apr 6, 2019 21:35:59 GMT -5
Clou'lin sat in the and stared at a clear patch of it, huffing and puffing and looking determined.
"Hah! You won't best me this time!"
She took a deep breath... and promptly began moving through the sand. Though to anyone watching she might appear to just be running in strange little circles, she had a particular goal in mind. She huffed and puffed her way through the hot, lifeless sand, undeterred by the heat pouring down from above. She'd spit little grains of sand out from time to time as she ran, continuing on her little warpath, until she eventually came to a stop, stepping back and admiring what she had done.
Through her trail, she had created marvelous patterns and shapes in the sand, resembling something precious from her memories.
The flowers.
Though their form was nothing but sand, an indent in the ground itself, she hoped the petals she'd drawn in her wake would inspire someone who happened upon them. Maybe someone would remember the flowers just like she did. Maybe not. She didn't really care otherwise.
Proud of her work, she promptly rolled onto her back and sighed deeply, resting in the sand. Should someone approach, they should be careful, or else they would surprise her.
(You are welcome to come and greet Clou'lin if you would like!)
"Hah! You won't best me this time!"
She took a deep breath... and promptly began moving through the sand. Though to anyone watching she might appear to just be running in strange little circles, she had a particular goal in mind. She huffed and puffed her way through the hot, lifeless sand, undeterred by the heat pouring down from above. She'd spit little grains of sand out from time to time as she ran, continuing on her little warpath, until she eventually came to a stop, stepping back and admiring what she had done.
Through her trail, she had created marvelous patterns and shapes in the sand, resembling something precious from her memories.
The flowers.
Though their form was nothing but sand, an indent in the ground itself, she hoped the petals she'd drawn in her wake would inspire someone who happened upon them. Maybe someone would remember the flowers just like she did. Maybe not. She didn't really care otherwise.
Proud of her work, she promptly rolled onto her back and sighed deeply, resting in the sand. Should someone approach, they should be careful, or else they would surprise her.
(You are welcome to come and greet Clou'lin if you would like!)
Suddenly, another blob came rushing through the sand. He seemed to be drawing his own picture, but it was just a mess of scribbles. He was having a lot of fun with it, though.