Time Stamp : 17 Summer 507
Syna shown brightly today, though in the outskirts of the Bronze wood the light is filtered from the leaves of the thick growth of the Deciduous trees that grew abundantly. The thick smell of moss and leaves clung to the air, and though Fall was still far away one can almost imagine the colors that these leaves would turn before they fell to the ground. Animals were plentiful, squirrels hopping from limb to limb, birds flying through the air. There was one who was not used to being here, a red head dancer that has not reached her full maturity.
Taylani sat against the trunk of a large tree, her plain skirts carelessly spread among the forest floor. In her lap was a pad of paper and a pencil and she wrote delicately across the pages, using a neat script. Occasionally she would look up, she did not like being outside the city walls at all. She preferred the safety to the openness, though thankfully the forest was not quite so open as other places. However her friend who had dared her to come up here was not here yet, and she was fast growing concerned for she was not suppose to be up here.
Not long, twelve year old Taylani decided, closing the notebook gently. She didn't like it up here and was eager to head back down to the safety of the city. Standing, brushing the debris from the forest that clung to her skirts, Taylani turned back toward Syliras proper before it got any later, fully intending on heading directly home.
Syna shown brightly today, though in the outskirts of the Bronze wood the light is filtered from the leaves of the thick growth of the Deciduous trees that grew abundantly. The thick smell of moss and leaves clung to the air, and though Fall was still far away one can almost imagine the colors that these leaves would turn before they fell to the ground. Animals were plentiful, squirrels hopping from limb to limb, birds flying through the air. There was one who was not used to being here, a red head dancer that has not reached her full maturity.
Taylani sat against the trunk of a large tree, her plain skirts carelessly spread among the forest floor. In her lap was a pad of paper and a pencil and she wrote delicately across the pages, using a neat script. Occasionally she would look up, she did not like being outside the city walls at all. She preferred the safety to the openness, though thankfully the forest was not quite so open as other places. However her friend who had dared her to come up here was not here yet, and she was fast growing concerned for she was not suppose to be up here.
Not long, twelve year old Taylani decided, closing the notebook gently. She didn't like it up here and was eager to head back down to the safety of the city. Standing, brushing the debris from the forest that clung to her skirts, Taylani turned back toward Syliras proper before it got any later, fully intending on heading directly home.
edit infoOh for cripes sake, first I cant read and now I cant apparently do simple math LOL. Sorry about that, the age is corrected.