Seated on a stone atop a hill a vixen with silver-white hair as long as she was tail was idly kicking her heels against the stone, singing a soft song which was carried by the soft breeze swirling around her, carrying leafs of various colours as autumn was coercing the trees into surrendering their foliage. Other winds brought her stories about the town in the distance, telling her of the people waking up early in the morning and preparing for the day. As usual children were some of the earliest, their laughter already tickling her ears and making her smile.
She was waiting for a friend to arrive, one she had sent a letter for. She'd found something interesting during her travels, and she wanted to share it with her friend as well as request her help. As what she'd found wasn't as simple as a beautiful vista or a valuable treasure, but a challenge she didn't think she could overcome on her own. There was no lack of people who would be interested in this, and under different circumstances she would've invited many friends to join her. But given the circumstances she didn't think an entire group would be a good idea, and even if all her friends were wonderful and amazing if she could only bring one she did have to pick the one who might be best suited for this challenge.
@Cleo Looker
She was waiting for a friend to arrive, one she had sent a letter for. She'd found something interesting during her travels, and she wanted to share it with her friend as well as request her help. As what she'd found wasn't as simple as a beautiful vista or a valuable treasure, but a challenge she didn't think she could overcome on her own. There was no lack of people who would be interested in this, and under different circumstances she would've invited many friends to join her. But given the circumstances she didn't think an entire group would be a good idea, and even if all her friends were wonderful and amazing if she could only bring one she did have to pick the one who might be best suited for this challenge.
@Cleo Looker
