Dos trotted merrily through the grass closer to the riverbed - she had found nothing but good things around here lately! She bumped into the monarch and Gabriel gave her a cool, leather scarf that she was now wearing proudly, so it only made sense that she come back! Besides, she remembers that a certain quest-companion had been found next to a river, half-drowned and mostly beat up from the waters, so she felt compelled to stay near the water. Maybe she'd come washing down the river again? This time, Dos knew how to set a broken leg! And she knew where some poppy flowers were so she could use the seeds to make her feel better - it was the perfect storm. Of course, her loyal wait didn't have to be as boring as they made it out to be in the stories she was told. So she decided to practice her morph skills more, this time changing her whole appearance instead of just her shape. It used more energy, but she had to admit, not changing her pelt color did kind of defeat the purpose of using her shapechanging skills to hide - especially when it was a creature like a rabbit that didn't have cool flame patches! So instead, she settled on turning her pelt the same dusky brown she remembered from the flower fields, allowing the fiery orange of her eyes to face into simple black irises and, much to her disappointment, her luxurious tails to merge and shrink to a curled tuft. She gave a few test bounds of her new figure, feeling a light thump against her chest. Huh? She glanced down - oh spirits, it seemed like she'd forgotten to disguise her stormbead again. It was a problem she had a lot, often working around the electrical energy rather than trying to bring it into her very body. Oh, well! It wasn't like this was a test or anything! And besides, for the most part it was hidden among the thick plume of fur that surrounded her neck and draped across her chest, not unlike a pillow. She bounced to the edge of the river to lean over the flowing water, admiring her transformed reflection. --- Speech. |
Muddy River
A wide ravine where a shallow, gentle river flows. Years of drought and silt deposits have built this area into a fertile delta. The river remains low and dry most of the year, staining its waters brown and creating muddy shores.
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