Snippet #2533039

Through the quiet calls of the nimble sparrow and the proud chickadee, the murmur of small rodents and scaled reptiles, slipping in between the proud, stout forms of the red wood, and the graceful, svelte frames of feather haired birch, there was a sound. Slight in volume, yet swollen with the uneven hem of thought and emotion, it carried, sweeping silence over the flora and fauna with the swiftness of an early winter frost. The crowns of the mighty and old whispered sweet nothings to the passing clouds, while beneath their green boughs, the very air tensed, and turned its gaze upon that which disrupts without notion or cause. From where such creature remained, bright eyes stood high in sharp contrast to dull gazed beasts of common, flickered through the stiff, aged forms, and spoke again.
"Illúmina, custódi, rege et gubérna." Var murmured, before turning her eyes skyward. "My apologies, Silva," Though she was not one to lay belief in superstition, years of being taught by Uncle René to respect all living things were not going to let her forget her manners. It had been foolish too go this way, anyhow, and falling in a ditch filled with stagnant, mosquito infested waters, was not the worst out come that could occur. It was, however, really friggin' annoying, and a crappy ass start to her already mediocre excuse for a day. Negative thinking aside, at least she wouldn't over heat.
Having made her way out of said ditch, she had planned to continue on her merry way, until night fell or she happened upon a lone deer. She herself sabotaged this plan of action when she caught sign of wood smoke, peeking lazily between the multitude of bare and covered trunks. The tiny beacon of danger and opportunity drew Var through the watchful wood, until her stance brought her one foot in and one foot out of safety. Her spine was arched slightly, poised in a defensive crouch that spoke of wariness and the weighing of possible options, ready to spring into action, or slink back into the soft arms of the shadows. Var could feel the darkness cling to her frame even as she took her first step forward, murmuring soft affections into the shell of her ear. With a low, primitive growl, she severed herself from their familiar voices, straightening her body into a considerably more human pose, as her boots left butterfly light kisses away from the trees.

[[OOC: I apologize for my short replies, I am currently unable to use any device other then an iPad]]