Aplos Riverside

Moladion’s powerful, winding river...
Aplos River is a broad, slow-moving river originating from somewhere beneath the mountains of Spirane and feeding Iromar’s moors in the south. The northern parts of the river are known for their strong currents, with the water becoming slow moving in the south. The riverbanks vary along its course, ranging from soft hummock grasses to small groups of pine, and sometimes nothing but pebbles and sand. Crossing can be difficult at times, but it can be swam or bridged by fallen trees or boulders alike.

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Am I Blessing or A Curse
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She mustered a small laugh, “do you not see then?” She asked lightly enough turning her gaze to him. He was massive to say the least well when compared to most defiantly so. He seemed to pose no threat even he did not silently approach. He could have done this because he did not see me as a threat or simply was not bothered by her existence here. His coat was a fair bit of gray with a slight twinge of cream gray at his cheeks. He was clearly one for a chase or fight built as though balanced on a scale by fate to be one of the best of both parts of the world, and eyes that held a peculiar ring around them.

She pulled herself from her observations and returned to his questions. Surly he thought she was daft but as she spoke she hoped to shed some light at her reasoning’s. “Look with me?” she asked softly which was more to her normal tone then that of a loud one, it matched half of her personality yet the other have was bolder though she kept it silent as if fighting with an inner demon to see that her second nature hides itself.

“Do you see and understand?” She asked gazing down for a moment. “Do you not feel as your reflection dose? In chaos or strife, do you not fill torn and in a time of calm fill complete?” She laughed to herself. “Forgive me. I must sounds as though I am mad to you…” the slight sullen nature of her tone attempting to be hidden as she spoke again. “My name is Mistletoe however you may call me Misle for short. May I ask yours?” She questioned with the slight dip of her muzzle to him before turning her gaze back to him.

Perhaps he would leave and call her mad but perhaps he might stay if only for a time. Being alone was nothing new but for him to approach was new at least in this land new to her. She held a light smile at the thoughts of an acquaintance, perhaps even a new friend but she would not allow herself to assume anything because at any moment her could just walk away, but at least for now someone shared her space rather than just her thoughts and memories.

am i a blessing or a curse?
mistletoe - stat - stat



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