Enocra Woodland

Pine, spruce and firs alike...
Dense coniferous forests cover the woodlands, with clearings, paths and the occasional wildberry shrub throughout. Pine, spruce and fir make up much of the forest in the east, with the forest becoming swampier in the west towards Mecor Valley. In the west, cypress trees dominate, with fallen trees creating bridges across and throughout the stillwaters.

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as if to fly
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Alice is picky with her friends. The most basic requirement is that they have to not mind coming near her… that struck the list down a lot. She didn’t think she was all that bad, but judging by the state of the gypsies… well, it wouldn’t be the first time she’d been mistaken. It was a rag tag little group she’d found, at least. They sort of hung around, but didn’t really do much. If the creature was granted the leadership she wanted, she’d go back to running thing Hawthorn’s way. The clockwork angel had to find a way to get them together again. She just… had a hard time thinking through it all.

She wasn’t sad. Actually, the clockwork angel was in a far brighter mood than usual as she settled closer to the creature, if only slightly. It’s an opening shift in her weight, posture friendly. Inviting, even. Hawthorn had been able to teach her a lot about interacting. She had a lot to learn, and that was something that could prove more than true. The automaton had done a lot of learning. It was an adaptation over time. It was how her brain changed and began to sink into daily life as she lived it. Things would change. Things would always change. As much as she hated it, she’d have to get used to it.

Her eyes are still soft on the man, and it might help her situation. She tries not to seem so desperate for someone to be around, but all in the same… she’s a pack animal. They’re all pack animals, and that would override everything else. “If you need somewhere to stay, the gypsies are camped out in the outer rim… there’s safety, and food.” It’s a gentle offer from the automaton. “I’m Alice, by the way.” The words are soft on her lips, her head quirking to the side slightly. Everything about the strangely large female, at least today, is gentle.

Alice
hound’s
as if to fly.




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