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demisemidemon) wrote2012-03-22 11:01 pm
demisemidemon) wrote2012-03-22 11:01 pm
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The land outside is... strange.
The forest seems normal enough, and the lake. The buildings are a weird mishmash, though -- some of them completely ordinary to Clare's eyes, and some of them like that baffling house entirely of transparent glass in huge panes. And then there's the wide pasture, that stretches all around the bar to the forest's edge, its grass cropped close even though there are no animals in sight but a few horses, too few to keep such a wide swath of land trimmed so low.
Also, there are tiny creatures with tiny weak auras scattered all throughout the forest. She hasn't seen any yet, but she can feel them from here. And another warrior of the organization, somewhere deep in the trees, and others with weirder auras too.
Clare's walking, unhurried, towards the trees.
The forest seems normal enough, and the lake. The buildings are a weird mishmash, though -- some of them completely ordinary to Clare's eyes, and some of them like that baffling house entirely of transparent glass in huge panes. And then there's the wide pasture, that stretches all around the bar to the forest's edge, its grass cropped close even though there are no animals in sight but a few horses, too few to keep such a wide swath of land trimmed so low.
Also, there are tiny creatures with tiny weak auras scattered all throughout the forest. She hasn't seen any yet, but she can feel them from here. And another warrior of the organization, somewhere deep in the trees, and others with weirder auras too.
Clare's walking, unhurried, towards the trees.