Post by Azalea on Jul 8, 2019 5:11:08 GMT
(January 18th, Midday - open to anyone in the forest)
Having joined the Enchanted Suns army just a few days prior, it felt nice for Azalea to just stretch her wings. With official business out of the way for the moment, the soldiers well cared for and practicing, Azalea had found it quite easy to slip away for a little while. She was not expected anywhere, and she did not feel like being shadowed by guards. So, she had ushered Amara away from the camp, changed her form, and joined her a few moments later. Travel cape having been discarded and now feeling more secure within the forest of her allies, Azalea had taken off in flight through the trees in her fae form without much care for where she wound up. It was a nice day with very little wind, after all, and flying was easy. It just felt so peaceful, fluttering along with Amara gliding from tree to tree nearby.
Eventually landing on the lower branch of a tree, Azalea walked along to just a thin twig, still reasonably large in such a small form, and sat down to peer around her. The forest was peaceful, a kind of quiet that definitely was not silent, but was still pleasant all the same. No warning cries or sounds of battle. Just bird song and the humming of insects. Sure, it was all louder to her, but she did not mind. The royal had even left Namu behind, glad to be rid of his incessant judgement of humans. For such a good messenger bird, he sure did come off as a broken record sometimes, and she had half a mind to send him the long journey back to the Terivia.
Eyes drawn to some flowers beneath the tree she had landed in, Azalea dove off the branch and flew down to observe them, hovering just above the flora as she lightly ran a tiny hand along a petal. They were quite pretty, perhaps rivaling the ones her mother had always been so fond of back home. Not that Azalea was the sort of princess to fuss about flowers - she preferred races and sword-fighting to crowns made of petal fragments and dresses made of rose. Still, it was hard to ignore something as big as herself, or deny the beauty of it once noticed. Fairies just tended to pay more attention to the subtler things than more creatures.
Such a fact became abundantly clear when the loud sound of footsteps thrummed around her, ones she did not feel due to not being on the ground. True to most species larger than a bug, whatever creature that was approaching must not have noticed the tiny fairy hovering around the flowers, and Azalea found herself dodging quickly away from a poorly placed limb before flying up past the newcomer's face. "Hey, careful there!" she warned, though more calling it out in an attempt to actually be heard rather than in any real offense. She really needed to get more used to the fact that almost everything here seemed huge compared to anything back home.
Having joined the Enchanted Suns army just a few days prior, it felt nice for Azalea to just stretch her wings. With official business out of the way for the moment, the soldiers well cared for and practicing, Azalea had found it quite easy to slip away for a little while. She was not expected anywhere, and she did not feel like being shadowed by guards. So, she had ushered Amara away from the camp, changed her form, and joined her a few moments later. Travel cape having been discarded and now feeling more secure within the forest of her allies, Azalea had taken off in flight through the trees in her fae form without much care for where she wound up. It was a nice day with very little wind, after all, and flying was easy. It just felt so peaceful, fluttering along with Amara gliding from tree to tree nearby.
Eventually landing on the lower branch of a tree, Azalea walked along to just a thin twig, still reasonably large in such a small form, and sat down to peer around her. The forest was peaceful, a kind of quiet that definitely was not silent, but was still pleasant all the same. No warning cries or sounds of battle. Just bird song and the humming of insects. Sure, it was all louder to her, but she did not mind. The royal had even left Namu behind, glad to be rid of his incessant judgement of humans. For such a good messenger bird, he sure did come off as a broken record sometimes, and she had half a mind to send him the long journey back to the Terivia.
Eyes drawn to some flowers beneath the tree she had landed in, Azalea dove off the branch and flew down to observe them, hovering just above the flora as she lightly ran a tiny hand along a petal. They were quite pretty, perhaps rivaling the ones her mother had always been so fond of back home. Not that Azalea was the sort of princess to fuss about flowers - she preferred races and sword-fighting to crowns made of petal fragments and dresses made of rose. Still, it was hard to ignore something as big as herself, or deny the beauty of it once noticed. Fairies just tended to pay more attention to the subtler things than more creatures.
Such a fact became abundantly clear when the loud sound of footsteps thrummed around her, ones she did not feel due to not being on the ground. True to most species larger than a bug, whatever creature that was approaching must not have noticed the tiny fairy hovering around the flowers, and Azalea found herself dodging quickly away from a poorly placed limb before flying up past the newcomer's face. "Hey, careful there!" she warned, though more calling it out in an attempt to actually be heard rather than in any real offense. She really needed to get more used to the fact that almost everything here seemed huge compared to anything back home.
