Post by Eilis of the Forest on Aug 5, 2010 1:02:39 GMT
It had been quite some time since EilÃs had ventured out of the protective vicinity of the Balor forest. Some might say that one grove of woods was much the same as another; that the ancient trees and dew-dappled ferns guarding the boarders between them were invisible to any but the most practised hunter's eye. Most had not a care for such trivial things. But for the young Druidess that even now rode atop an obliging wild pony along the trails that she knew like the lines on the palm of her own hand, such differences were tantamount. The subtle changes in scents, the colour of leaves and even the type of animals that frequented the area she was now travelling through all told her that she had left Balor behind for the wilderness of Thetford.
She rarely visited the Druid camp. Whilst the people there were accepting of her, EilÃs was still an outsider and she made her irregular stops short and perfunctory. Normally she could garner whatever it was that she required during the course of her day to day living from the obliging stores of Balor but there were, EilÃs begrudgingly admitted to herself, even things that she could not find within the depths of her beloved home. The soft thuds of the shaggy, dirt-stained pony were all but swallowed by the thick moss underfoot and she sat sideways across his comfortable back. He was a friend, a creature that she conversed with often. He had come to look forward to these trips, for there was a fat carrot in the bargain of it for him.
The Druid camp was much as it had ever been; small, humble and industrious. Fires burned here and there, respectfully and carefully tended by those that used them for cooking amongst other things. Druids as a general rule loved the forests which harboured them and while there may have been some among their number who longer for power and opulence they were, as a whole, a simple and misunderstood people. She nodded at people here and there who recognised her, drawing her simple woollen travelling cloak around her willowy form.
She rarely visited the Druid camp. Whilst the people there were accepting of her, EilÃs was still an outsider and she made her irregular stops short and perfunctory. Normally she could garner whatever it was that she required during the course of her day to day living from the obliging stores of Balor but there were, EilÃs begrudgingly admitted to herself, even things that she could not find within the depths of her beloved home. The soft thuds of the shaggy, dirt-stained pony were all but swallowed by the thick moss underfoot and she sat sideways across his comfortable back. He was a friend, a creature that she conversed with often. He had come to look forward to these trips, for there was a fat carrot in the bargain of it for him.
The Druid camp was much as it had ever been; small, humble and industrious. Fires burned here and there, respectfully and carefully tended by those that used them for cooking amongst other things. Druids as a general rule loved the forests which harboured them and while there may have been some among their number who longer for power and opulence they were, as a whole, a simple and misunderstood people. She nodded at people here and there who recognised her, drawing her simple woollen travelling cloak around her willowy form.
