02-27-2018, 03:15 PM
Shantotto stepped through the gateway, arriving in an entirely different place, no tunnel, no sense of travel, just stepping through a doorway from one room to another. The temperature change was the only thing that made her feel like there was a change. The glare of the sun high in the sky casted short shadows from the trees in the distance upon the plains around the gate. A worn dirt path severed the tall grasses, splitting them like a canyon.
People trotting along the pathway with wagons and large animals was a sight that reminded Shantotto of Windhurst. Her little tarutaru heart yearned for home thinking of how little time she had spent back among the tarutaru of Windhurst. The feeling abated quickly as the short woman began waddling along the dirt path.
The wind was blowing at just a light breeze, still it was enough to blow the pigtails of her hair around, the distinct scent of the woods filled her little nose, she pulled the journal from her pocket as she waddled along making a small note here and there, she only glanced up once every few words and found herself drifting off the beaten path more than once, small drawings filled her book quickly as she quickly sketched every little animal or insect she came across. The plant life was very familiar to that of Vanadiel, and so was the wild life. Still in her short time in the Omniverse she had already seen mechanical constructs as well as overbearing clowns and even a little goth loli girl.
Still for one such as herself, her physical attributes were somewhat lacking, and something of such a long journey they were simply not adequate. She knew she needed something to get her from one location to another quickly. Something like the giant bird known universally as the chocobo.
The thinking seemed to take longer than Shantotto had realized as she looked up from the journal and slid it into the pocket once more after reducing the leather bound book in size. She was no longer in the plains and instead was now walking in the midst of the trees. The moist air smelt of moss and fungi, some of the capped mushrooms we're nearly as tall as she was.
The path she now walked upon was now less traveled, in fact it was one that looked rarely traveled. The pathway was full of moss and stone, the walking was getting tiring, Shantotto was not nearly as young as she used to be, even if her body was seemingly no older than that of a young adult tarutaru. Still her mind felt the fatigue, the day so far had proven to be one that had been full of surprises.
Grabbing the orb of omnilium Shantotto focused once more this time focusing her thoughts on a simple hammock, to hang between a pair of trees. Slowly the makeshift bed took shape. The woven linen fabric finished being constructed, resting in a heap on the moist dirt.
Shantotto picked up the thick fabric and rope, and made a quick knot, slipping it around the thick trunk of a sturdy oak tree. Waddling to the second tree she did the same thing, tightening the ropes to make the hammock go tight.
Looking up at the hammock Shantotto decided to climb the trunk of one of the trees. And using the rope to get into the hammock. It was not as comfortable as a best and nowhere near as comfortable as the bed she had in the name academy in Windhurst.
With the sun setting she could hear the sounds of predatory animals beginning their nighttime prowl. Such things were trivial for a mage of Shantotto’s caliber however there was no reason for her to waste even a sliver of her power to quell something she could just avoid out right.
People trotting along the pathway with wagons and large animals was a sight that reminded Shantotto of Windhurst. Her little tarutaru heart yearned for home thinking of how little time she had spent back among the tarutaru of Windhurst. The feeling abated quickly as the short woman began waddling along the dirt path.
The wind was blowing at just a light breeze, still it was enough to blow the pigtails of her hair around, the distinct scent of the woods filled her little nose, she pulled the journal from her pocket as she waddled along making a small note here and there, she only glanced up once every few words and found herself drifting off the beaten path more than once, small drawings filled her book quickly as she quickly sketched every little animal or insect she came across. The plant life was very familiar to that of Vanadiel, and so was the wild life. Still in her short time in the Omniverse she had already seen mechanical constructs as well as overbearing clowns and even a little goth loli girl.
Still for one such as herself, her physical attributes were somewhat lacking, and something of such a long journey they were simply not adequate. She knew she needed something to get her from one location to another quickly. Something like the giant bird known universally as the chocobo.
The thinking seemed to take longer than Shantotto had realized as she looked up from the journal and slid it into the pocket once more after reducing the leather bound book in size. She was no longer in the plains and instead was now walking in the midst of the trees. The moist air smelt of moss and fungi, some of the capped mushrooms we're nearly as tall as she was.
The path she now walked upon was now less traveled, in fact it was one that looked rarely traveled. The pathway was full of moss and stone, the walking was getting tiring, Shantotto was not nearly as young as she used to be, even if her body was seemingly no older than that of a young adult tarutaru. Still her mind felt the fatigue, the day so far had proven to be one that had been full of surprises.
Grabbing the orb of omnilium Shantotto focused once more this time focusing her thoughts on a simple hammock, to hang between a pair of trees. Slowly the makeshift bed took shape. The woven linen fabric finished being constructed, resting in a heap on the moist dirt.
Shantotto picked up the thick fabric and rope, and made a quick knot, slipping it around the thick trunk of a sturdy oak tree. Waddling to the second tree she did the same thing, tightening the ropes to make the hammock go tight.
Looking up at the hammock Shantotto decided to climb the trunk of one of the trees. And using the rope to get into the hammock. It was not as comfortable as a best and nowhere near as comfortable as the bed she had in the name academy in Windhurst.
With the sun setting she could hear the sounds of predatory animals beginning their nighttime prowl. Such things were trivial for a mage of Shantotto’s caliber however there was no reason for her to waste even a sliver of her power to quell something she could just avoid out right.