07-25-2018, 04:28 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Imperia is out wandering again. The pounding in her skull has subsided, hinting that the swelling in her brain has gone down and her concussion is almost, if not completely, healed. As a cleric, she knows that she should be taking it easy. But it is because of her duties as a cleric that Peri only takes the necessary amount of rest so not to harm herself more before continuing on with her duties. Too many people need her. Too many things will be left undone if she wastes all her time benched because of a concussion. People have continued working with a lot more serious injuries, so Peri just kept pushing on, albeit slower due to reduced brain processing speed. She's better now, though, and it feels good to be able to move around and to think and to speak without an uncomfortable delay between thought and action. Besides, she really, really does not like feeling useless.
Emerald blades of grass sway and dance in the wake of the silver she-wolf's movement. She seems to drift through the plains, moving with the otherworldly grace of a deer. As usual, her mind is elsewhere. Mulling over her to-do list while also sometimes drifting into the realm of imagination. It always starts off serious before she finds herself lost in some sort of fantasy. Imperia is quite mature outwardly, but her true age is reflected within. Just because she is smart and motherly and responsible does not mean she has outgrown the romantic notions and optimism of a young girl.
To her right, she spots Carolina doing something...unusual. Frolicking. That's what it looks like, at least. It brings a smile to her face, watching someone who is normally so stiff partaking in an activity that is just so free. It's sweet. Maybe Carolina is finally becoming more comfortable here. "Do you want some help?" asks the girl, a friendly smile on her face. There is no judgement in her eyes, only a certain kind of genuine warmth that can only be found in those who truly enjoy talking with others.
Emerald blades of grass sway and dance in the wake of the silver she-wolf's movement. She seems to drift through the plains, moving with the otherworldly grace of a deer. As usual, her mind is elsewhere. Mulling over her to-do list while also sometimes drifting into the realm of imagination. It always starts off serious before she finds herself lost in some sort of fantasy. Imperia is quite mature outwardly, but her true age is reflected within. Just because she is smart and motherly and responsible does not mean she has outgrown the romantic notions and optimism of a young girl.
To her right, she spots Carolina doing something...unusual. Frolicking. That's what it looks like, at least. It brings a smile to her face, watching someone who is normally so stiff partaking in an activity that is just so free. It's sweet. Maybe Carolina is finally becoming more comfortable here. "Do you want some help?" asks the girl, a friendly smile on her face. There is no judgement in her eyes, only a certain kind of genuine warmth that can only be found in those who truly enjoy talking with others.