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 A Blessing or A Curse
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He speaks in that tongue I know not and takes a moment then speaks again. ‘You understand’ He said and she simply closed her eyes for a moment in acknowledgement. She indeed was surprised by his gesture she indeed understood. To be molded was a life she would never be willing to live. She watched him recoil and look away as if his blockade he found so successful just fell before his own eyes. She waits patiently wondering what he will say in response and as he begins to speak she frowns slightly. “No. Though that may by true you must understand that no other can control you unless you allow them to. As for controlling so no other can, do you feel if you do not have control you are lesser, or do you fear others in control are not worthy of the power they hold?” She asked more curious the disappointment fading from her features replaced with a look of intrigue and curiosity.

She was pleased as He was for his company she too found it pleasant to find someone with a similar mind as she. She wondered what held his tongue after the tale of her past she was surprisingly enough pleased by his answer and yet she knew truths of some deaths seam to speak in her inner depths and workings some that should not be that yet are. She sighed at the thought; “And what of those who are of the weaker kind survives when the great ones have fallen when they of all wolves should not?” No she sought no life to take or attack the weak all had weaknesses yet the thought of the word survival leads to thoughts upon others lives rather than her own.

She is pulled from her thoughts as He speaks again and seeing the cold smirk her eyes offer slight disappointment fairly hidden from the knowledge of others but let the feeling go. She looked at him curiously as he stood and spoke once more offering her to come with him showing her the answer rather than leaving it in a one shade form. She sought to learn more of the land and would not let the opportunity go to learn more. She stood and made her way to his side looking around with bright eyes she questioned him, “Where shall we go first?”

She knew little of this land or its inhabitants and yet she so craves to know more. She ponders of his home and origins. He certainly was of an interesting kind. She would allow herself to ponder later as her bright eyes searched the horizon, who knew so much could be seem from such a small mound of dirt and rocks. Though her mind is curious she restrains herself from expressing it so directly. She keeps her features void of all but a pleasant smile. She will be patient enough she has been for thus long and she will be for as long as she so desires and today she desires to be patient and fallow at his side throughout this land seeing all one glimpse may possibly offer see.
*Sorry it’s a bit short.*
am i a blessing or a curse?
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