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At Lantashi's insistence, we have started on her story :) It is recorded below and in the writing section of this capsule. This was written during lunch, so will need a lot of revision.
The young woman lay on the ground, curled up, dreaming. It was a tortuous dream, filled with darkness, danger descending upon the forest. In the dream the woman ran, ran, looking for help. She could not feel the presence of her goddess, now totally absent from the forest. Ahead of her was the village. She could already smell the acrid smoke pouring out of it, filling the trees, rolling along as fog seeps across the ground.
She ran toward the fire, into the village, her thoughts blurred, her heart filled with terror for her father, her sister, her friends. Around her was carnage, her people slaughtered. Their bodies lay around, burnt, twisted. She walked through the village crying, desperate. Where was her lover? Was he lost as well? Had he escaped? The huts, both those on the ground and in the trees, were smashed as well. Everywhere was distruction.
The trees burned. The forest was hers, her land, her identity. As it burned, the person she was descended into shadow.
The woman tossed and turned in her sleep, a sleep that her people did not experience as she did, dreaming as they could not. Her eyes fluttered underneathe their lids. Her long hair flowed across her body with each movement as she thrashed about. She was breathing fast, her chest rising, falling, rising again.
She was Sylvan from her father's side, human on her mother's. She was a gorgeous creature, as her mother had been, with her mother's flaring red hair, round hips and ample chest. Yet she had distinctly Sylvan features as well, with pointed ears and a sharp, angular face. Growing up with the forest folk, she was in strong and fast, used to tracking and hunting and gathering.
She wore clothing common among her kindred, a silken shirt, brown woolen pants, soft leather boots and tunic. Now in her fourth decade, she was barely an adult by Sylvan standards. Though she aged more quickly than her kin, she still looked to be in her early twenties by human standards. The early morning sunlight shone upon her, and her state, her nightmare attracted forest creatures to her, rabbits and squirrels and deer, those she had made friends with over many turns of the sun.
One, a small red fox, moved to her, nuzzling her face. The woman's eyes opened, and she half perceived the fox, half perceived the nightmare, the devestation. For several moments, she stared, confused, a woman in two worlds.
Then she heard the voice trees echoing in her mind, pulling her further awake.
The young woman looked at the fox, her companion from past adventures, Foxy Brown.
"Oh dear Foxy, we have to find the others. There isn't much time."
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