Post by Ariessya on May 14, 2011 21:44:37 GMT -5
Cleizenth-den stared idly at the trees as she passed them. They were old - older than most. Maybe up to two hundred years. There weren't many left that reached sixty. This forest was untouched, for the most part. It was good that way; at least there was some hope for the preservation of the world. She didn't often give life a second thought. But her environment was key to her behaviour, and if everything was destroyed, there wasn't much she could find amusement in.
The sky may have been dark, but Cleizenth-den had no trouble seeing with the pale light of the moon. Which is why she pulled on the reins in her hands, halting the thestral on which she sat. He tossed his head as she slid off him, peering past the trees to a figure. They were far enough away from her that she could only make out a shadow, but that was all she needed. She slid a hand through her hair and grinned. Mystery was enticing.
The sky may have been dark, but Cleizenth-den had no trouble seeing with the pale light of the moon. Which is why she pulled on the reins in her hands, halting the thestral on which she sat. He tossed his head as she slid off him, peering past the trees to a figure. They were far enough away from her that she could only make out a shadow, but that was all she needed. She slid a hand through her hair and grinned. Mystery was enticing.
