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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you hold me in your hands
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how can I stand here with you,
and not be moved by you?
The world around her is lost in the presence of Haziel, there is an attachment she feels to him that will last the efforts of time no matter how much separates them. Perhaps it is the fact he had been a steady figure since her birth, or he had taken care of her mother, or perhaps it was just him. She does not see him as flawed or imperfect, the fact he is blind is not enough to deter the fact she cared for him. Just as her care for Reich and Camilla at the fact they lacked a voice, it is never about what they lack but what they do without it that makes her feelings for them strong and steady. She has never seen them as insignificant or unworthy of her affections, would not judge them on it; to her they could be loved just the same. At his voice is she pulled back, ears perking as pale green eyes look up to him. "Not far, they are meeting the Alpha of Spirane.." The soft and gentle tones of her voice fades for a moment. "Have.. Have you met her? The queen.. Is she nice, I hope she likes us and let's us stay.." The nervousness her voice slips through a little at the confession.

The silence that settles between them is comforting, she didn't need his words to know he was there just his warmth. Much like that in which she had in her siblings, an every steady presence just by being in some form of contact with them. As her head seems dwarfed by his larger legs despite the growth she had obtained, he would always be big to her. A slow exhale is given at the next of his words, pleased that he had everything and yet disappointed that he did. Yet the wave of his tail causes a warm smile on her lips. "I know you can Hazie.." It is his next question that has her wiggling at his legs, the red and roan gray smooth coat brushing against his black.

"Oh yes!" Pausing, as she bumps a litter harder than intended into him, giving a swift lick hoping she had not hurt him before she continues. "The mountains, they touch the sky, disappearing into the clouds. The birds sing these songs that seem to hold you captivated. It has trees! Great giant trees, that smell so good. It is so beautiful.." She sighs the last happily. It will never be Asteraia, but Spirane held it's own appeal that called to the child, the excitement at discovering all that it held would be an adventure she looked forward to, hoping she would find patches of flowers within it's keep. She would have to find some and give it to Hazie as a present, much like she had with the dandelion.

During her description she had aligned her self with his legs, staring out at the river as she leaned lightly into him. The soft wave of her tail brushing against him. It is when she looks back, pale eyes curious as her gentle voice breaks again. "Where did you go, is it nice there? Have you met others?... Is it far away?.." The last question slips in easily as the hope that perhaps he is closer than expected so they could visit one another. The sudden shift in her body is noticeable, as the nerves cause her to tense, unsure if the next question would be a burden on him. "I was hoping you'd teach me some healing, I want to be like you when I grow up.." It is something that has been on her mind since she had watched him care for her mother, the power to help and care for others appeals to her. For if it had not been for Haziel her mommy might not have made it. As pale green eyes look away to watch the churning river, occasionally peeking back at him, hoping her question would not be a bother to him should he accept.
semele
you steal my heart


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