mythica-dani

It was a dreary day out, a bitterly cold evening for so late into leaf bare. Oakfrost had taken to the land lately, to clear his mind. It was unlike him to wander away from the shore, from the chilly waters. The ebbing and flowing tide, ever changing but consistent, familiar. Change. It was part of life. The seasons changed. Leaves budded, grew into thick, shady, green cover, changed their colors, before they withered, dried, and fell to the ground and left trees bare. The trees were still bare now. Like the camp. The new camp. A new home, so familiar, yet so different. Change. So much change had happened to Seaclan in so little time, hadn&#

Mythica-dani: It wasn’t quite dusk yet, though the sun was drifting down towards the horizon and the shadows around town were growing longer by the minute. The sky itself was mottled with blues, oranges, and yellows, while the soft clouds that dotted the sky were tinged purple and pink where the sun hit them. Much different from how the sun rose in the morning; a reddish-orange sky that framed a bright sun, or so she’d heard. Poppy was returning from the gardening center, her roses carried carefully between her wings. She’d be able to replant them before the sun had set for the day; she hadn’t filled in their holes wh

     A breeze shook the boughs of the towering trees that made up the Hollow Forest. The leaves rustled faintly, and tiny slivers of faint, orange-red light flickered against the ground before the branches above stilled and darkness blotted out the flecks of light once more. It was dusk now. This certainly hadn’t been part of Poppy’s plan when she flew out to search for Samuel, something she considered as she rested on a low branch in the depths of the forest, her wings sore from her constant flight throughout the day. No, no, she was supposed to be leaving, to have left by now. But the cardinal was intent on finding clues within