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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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Posted on November 27, 2014 at 07:19:45 AM by delya

Trees. She missed trees. The girl would never be told that she had once been a princess of a pack by the sea, and she was left to believe that her pining for trees was left by a certain fascination. That wasn't entirely incorrect, because it was quite easy for the girl to take a liking to things, but it would have made more sense if she could remember what it was like to be a very small child in Glorall. Both of her dads had been very... very concerned with having the best for their children back then. Delya and her littermates-- it had been her and Gavriel and Kellin then. That was before things went weird and before things changed.

It was hard for things not to get weird when one of your dads goes crazy and the other offs himself, you get left to your slightly odd in the head aunt, and your brother gets kidnapped. No big deal. Just a day in the life, really. Alice did a good job with her and Gavriel and Ace and Jack and Riddle. Alice was good like that. A slightly more than middle-aged woman chasing around a rag tag band of adolescents... Delya would forever be in debt to the woman. She'd taught her how to be the best damn beta there was, and she was incredibly proud of it.

Delya briefly considered going looking for the clockwork angel, but she was sucked in by the idea that there were so many trees. Crunching and pouncing through the leaves that had drifted together, puddling in the areas that weren't populated by healthy conifers. They were reds and oranges, brilliant and burning where they stuck to her dark coat. Delya couldn't help but be madly, deeply, passionately in love with her life in those moments. Play. Play was the best way of making oneself accessible.

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