Ruieze Fields

Open fields and soft grass...
Ruieze stretches far in the midlands of Moladion, laced with streams that feed into Diveen and out of Asteraia at times. The fields are vast, filled with wildflowers and tall, soft grass; trees are sparse, as are rocks, but one can find small shrubs to hide amongst, and the grass itself. To the south of the fields, a Ruieze River widens, and the ground becomes sandy. There is a small, grassy island that can be reached from the banks, with water-birds often congregating on the island rather than the riverbanks.

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He was tongue tied. Her reaction was not as he had expected, though, as to what he actually expected- he hadn't the slightest clue. But it was not the narrowed glare she gave him, or her choice of words. Hi? That's it? You know, for a ghost, you're awfully rude. A ghost? And Holo, of all wolves- rude? He had never considered himself such, though perhaps it was too close. Perhaps she wanted even more personal space, but of that he could not be certain, unless he asked, of course. And, still- the mainly silver toned prince could not find his voice. He wasn't sure why, perhaps it was nerves, perhaps it was his Father's scent hanging heavy between them. Shaking his skull in hopes of clearing his mind a little, his mismatched gaze fell to the earth between them, all in his silence, before he sighed heavily and glanced back up at her. Cobalt and honey brown focused on her, seeming to build a steely resolve in them, before his tenor voice finally slipped forth.

"I'm no ghost." He almost reached out to her, to touch her, even just briefly, to show he was infact warm and living- but he refrained. He didn't want to piss her off any more than he already seemed to, and, yet again- the boy was at a loss for words. He could have glanced around, averted his gaze as the silence stretched on- but he was no coward. At least, not now. No. His curiosity was what dragged him here, was what caused him to stop on his quest and become sidetracked. And thus he would figure out why the stranger lady before him smelled of Faol'an. "Who are you?" Okay, now she could call him rude all she wanted. But Holo simply had to know. It was nagging on his mind, something that would not cease until he sated it. But, question was- would she even give him the information he wanted? Would she even answer him? Perhaps she would be offended again, and simply get up and walk away. But he knew he would follow her, even if she did choose such a thing. He simply had to know- he had to know what had become of the silver male with those deep, unfathomable blue eyes.


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