07-24-2018, 08:04 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]She is tired and her body hurts, but Imperia cannot simply sit around and do nothing. A concussion is slightly debilitating, but it is not serious enough to keep her from doing her duties. Besides, the girl does not do well when she is cooped up for too long. The she-wolf has grown far too accustomed to being able to freely roam to ever be able to stomach being trapped in a tiny room ever again. Even being inside the Observatory or the Barracks for too long gives her the heebie jeebies. Not to say that the gentle creature is suited for roughing it in the wilds, but Imperia certainly values her freedom to go where and when she pleases. That's what close to year of life trapped in a damp, dark cave will do to a person.
The elegant creature's gait is slower than usual, but still just as smooth. Her mind seems to wander a million miles from her body, lost deep in the realm where thought and imagination blend together. Wild poppies seem to distract her, and the dainty canine pauses momentarily to gaze upon them adoringly with big, saucer-like eyes of pure sterling steel. Marguerite's favorite flowers were poppies. Those doe eyes begin to shine with emotion before Peri swallows it down and composes herself. But she does pick a flower for the road; tucking the striking red bloom behind her right ear. Just a little something to keep her mother with her in spirit. Maman would be so proud to see Imperia now. Who would have believed that she could ever become the cleric?
A warm smile tugs faintly at her lips as the lovely creature continues on her path, soaking up the beauty of her new home. She loves it here. In the distance, Imperia spots a group gathering in one particular spot. Curiosity piqued, the young she-wolf turns to go investigate. "What happened here?" she asks as she weaves through the crowd, arching her neck to try and get a better view of the situation. All she can discern at the moment is that Moon is treating a collapsed lion. She studies the unknown male for a moment before her gaze shifts to Moonmade. Peri offers him a smile, an apology glimmering in her eyes. She feels bad for freaking him out the other day.
The elegant creature's gait is slower than usual, but still just as smooth. Her mind seems to wander a million miles from her body, lost deep in the realm where thought and imagination blend together. Wild poppies seem to distract her, and the dainty canine pauses momentarily to gaze upon them adoringly with big, saucer-like eyes of pure sterling steel. Marguerite's favorite flowers were poppies. Those doe eyes begin to shine with emotion before Peri swallows it down and composes herself. But she does pick a flower for the road; tucking the striking red bloom behind her right ear. Just a little something to keep her mother with her in spirit. Maman would be so proud to see Imperia now. Who would have believed that she could ever become the cleric?
A warm smile tugs faintly at her lips as the lovely creature continues on her path, soaking up the beauty of her new home. She loves it here. In the distance, Imperia spots a group gathering in one particular spot. Curiosity piqued, the young she-wolf turns to go investigate. "What happened here?" she asks as she weaves through the crowd, arching her neck to try and get a better view of the situation. All she can discern at the moment is that Moon is treating a collapsed lion. She studies the unknown male for a moment before her gaze shifts to Moonmade. Peri offers him a smile, an apology glimmering in her eyes. She feels bad for freaking him out the other day.