[ Ah, the south. Surely, Calpernia thinks as she watches a bear on a log float by, this is what they mean when they talk about its rustic charms.
Such as the rustically charming roof that she was currently stuck on top of. Peeking over the edge, she affirms that the water is still a mere handful of inches under the eaves. How was it that the Hinterlands even possessed this much water? At least she was lucky to manage to get on this roof, before the waters rose. If you wanted to use 'lucky' rather loosely.
She straightens up with a sigh, turning her gaze to the sky. At least it's a nice day, out. She never got much of a chance to just relax and stare at the clouds, before. ]
iv. Crystals
...Bears. Why are there so many bears in these woods? Never have I seen them in such numbers, nor so hostile to people. Surely they can not repopulate so quickly. Is there some kind of bear farm that raises them, and releases them?
[ She's used to camping, and it is no hardship for her to bear it. But the looks that she gets, the whispers when her back is turned (and sometimes, even when it isn't)? The coldly polite barrier everyone erects between her and them. It reminds her of those long years in Minrathous, before she discovered her magic. No one quite knew what to make of her strangeness then, and avoided her whenever possible.
But she can't diffuse this situation with a magical awakening. The suspicion has been wrought with her own hand, and thus must be fixed likewise. So she works around the camp, helping put up tents, carrying wood. And starting fires, of course, for those come to her as easily as a flick of the hand. Once camp is settled, she sits in front of the blazing campfire, by herself. She will not hide in her tent, like a shamed woman. She has no shame in herself, in the goals she aspired to, in what she did to reach them. Let them see that for themselves. ]
Calpernia
[ Ah, the south. Surely, Calpernia thinks as she watches a bear on a log float by, this is what they mean when they talk about its rustic charms.
Such as the rustically charming roof that she was currently stuck on top of. Peeking over the edge, she affirms that the water is still a mere handful of inches under the eaves. How was it that the Hinterlands even possessed this much water? At least she was lucky to manage to get on this roof, before the waters rose. If you wanted to use 'lucky' rather loosely.
She straightens up with a sigh, turning her gaze to the sky. At least it's a nice day, out. She never got much of a chance to just relax and stare at the clouds, before. ]
iv. Crystals
...Bears. Why are there so many bears in these woods? Never have I seen them in such numbers, nor so hostile to people. Surely they can not repopulate so quickly. Is there some kind of bear farm that raises them, and releases them?
[ #thetruthisoutthere #bearfarms #butwhywouldyoufarmbearsandreleasethem ]
v. The Campsite
[ She's used to camping, and it is no hardship for her to bear it. But the looks that she gets, the whispers when her back is turned (and sometimes, even when it isn't)? The coldly polite barrier everyone erects between her and them. It reminds her of those long years in Minrathous, before she discovered her magic. No one quite knew what to make of her strangeness then, and avoided her whenever possible.
But she can't diffuse this situation with a magical awakening. The suspicion has been wrought with her own hand, and thus must be fixed likewise. So she works around the camp, helping put up tents, carrying wood. And starting fires, of course, for those come to her as easily as a flick of the hand. Once camp is settled, she sits in front of the blazing campfire, by herself. She will not hide in her tent, like a shamed woman. She has no shame in herself, in the goals she aspired to, in what she did to reach them. Let them see that for themselves. ]