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isleofavalon2021-02-05 02:34 am
rhiaofdruma) wrote in isleofavalon2021-02-05 02:34 am
Hibernation interrupted? OTA
🧙 WHO: Rhia and anyone out and about in the winter woods?
⚔️️ WHAT: Rhia hunting for berries.
🕒 WHEN: End of January into February.
🗺️ WHERE: Anywhere wooded
⚠️ WARNINGS: Possible angst? Some matter of factness about life and death. Possible additional warning for a mood altering fruit if she shares it this log.
For those few who had met Rhia already, they might have noticed that she hadn't been seen much of late. While she knew that there were places for the humans in the buildings - and even with her white wings, pointed ears, and clothes that brightened and dimmed with her own life force, she considered herself human most of the time - she never much cared for spending so much time inside walls. Without having to stay there to watch over her brother or an orphan, or anyone else she cared for, she preferred to sleep away from the nests that humans built. So she'd been finding burrows and hidey holes within the woods. She might have spent a week curled up with a family of bears, or inside of exceptionally large boles with squirrels or even just in the branches of various coniferous trees where her outfit of green leaves and vines and bark brown skin made her all but invisible.
But some days the stars were too pretty to ignore and she'd find a rock in a clearing or the roof of a building to lay out on under a blanket of woven plant leavings, shivering but happily watching the constellations. Or she'd be out by day stepping light as a fawn as she hunted any bushes that still had berries to yield. Or if she saw someone too much like her brother that needed pouncing - which was mostly be Sokka at this point - she might pounce him from the trees. To others she might be noticed only as a sense of being watched while out among the trees. But if you are attempting to harm a living tree, beware, for she will try and stop you....
⚔️️ WHAT: Rhia hunting for berries.
🕒 WHEN: End of January into February.
🗺️ WHERE: Anywhere wooded
⚠️ WARNINGS: Possible angst? Some matter of factness about life and death. Possible additional warning for a mood altering fruit if she shares it this log.
For those few who had met Rhia already, they might have noticed that she hadn't been seen much of late. While she knew that there were places for the humans in the buildings - and even with her white wings, pointed ears, and clothes that brightened and dimmed with her own life force, she considered herself human most of the time - she never much cared for spending so much time inside walls. Without having to stay there to watch over her brother or an orphan, or anyone else she cared for, she preferred to sleep away from the nests that humans built. So she'd been finding burrows and hidey holes within the woods. She might have spent a week curled up with a family of bears, or inside of exceptionally large boles with squirrels or even just in the branches of various coniferous trees where her outfit of green leaves and vines and bark brown skin made her all but invisible.
But some days the stars were too pretty to ignore and she'd find a rock in a clearing or the roof of a building to lay out on under a blanket of woven plant leavings, shivering but happily watching the constellations. Or she'd be out by day stepping light as a fawn as she hunted any bushes that still had berries to yield. Or if she saw someone too much like her brother that needed pouncing - which was mostly be Sokka at this point - she might pounce him from the trees. To others she might be noticed only as a sense of being watched while out among the trees. But if you are attempting to harm a living tree, beware, for she will try and stop you....