[Mistral Woods] Pumpkin Spice

9th of Vhalar 724

Beyond the city of Rharne lies the Stormlands, which is home to a number of farms, forests, fields, Lake Lovalus, and the River Zynyx. This subforum also includes the Stormwastes to the south.

Moderators: Pig Boy , Basilisk Snek

User avatar
Elowen
Approved Character
Posts: 222
Joined: Thu Jun 20, 2024 11:21 am
Race: Mixed Race
Profession: Apothecary & Naturalist
Renown: 50
Character Sheet
Character Wiki
Plot Notes
Templates
Letters
Storybook
Wealth Tier: Tier 5

Milestones

Miscellaneous

[Mistral Woods] Pumpkin Spice

Even in her limited world of Mistral Woods, Elowen could discover some surprises now and again. Some that were pleasant, and some not so much. Like accidentally eating dog berries instead of blueberries or, as to-trial, finding a patch of wild pumpkins ready for picking. And oh did the Immortals know that the young girl needed some brighter moments in her life there and then.

This time around, the girl made sure that her pup
Ark
was with her. She hadn't left his side ever since her return to the shack the previous trial. She refused to be alone. And the dog somehow sensed it for he slept against her through out the whole night and so did
Pea
for that matter. As though both animals sensed something was off and wanted to offer comfort.

But now, it was just Elowen and Ark. The peaphoenix may had been flying nearby but he was harder to spot. Either way, the girl and the pup knew where they were going. The small patch of wild pumpkins was not far away from the shack and, more importantly, it was not set into the woods. She did not want to go in. For the first time in her life, she was resistant to the idea of Mistral and its trees. It weren't the woods themselves but what she had witnessed within its shadows and all else that could be lurking within just waiting to be stumbled upon without a warning. Shivers ran down her body every time she thought about it.

She shook her head and focused on the path ahead until the patch came into view. Given how unfortunate the previous cycle was for food cultivation and preservation, Elowen jumped at the possibility of gathering some more supplies from the nature that could hold her through the winter. Though her vegetable garden was almost ready for harvesting, it did not seem like it would give her much this year eiter.

Earlier, she gathered only the smaller specimens before she had to return to the shack to unload so that during this second trip she could carry some of the bigger ones.

She stopped on the side of the patch and surveyed the colourful fruit, before picking a pumpkin that looked the most accessible and ripe. She took out her ordinary harvesting knife to begin the process of cutting through the stem.
word count: 401
Language legend: Gernevoir (Fluent), Common (Conversational)
Elowen's appearance
Petit, 153cm (5') tall 15 arc old.
Always wears a head scarf that fully covers her hair.
Comfortable, loose clothing that does not accentuate her body shape in any way.
Clothing is clearly worn and mended but does not appear scruffy.
No jewellery or other marks on her body.
Face has gentle features.
Eyes are round with blue-grey irises.
Wears a small pouch with a Sunstone and a
knife
at her belt.

Return to “The Stormlands”