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For their last full day in Kaeleer, Karla had a special surprise planned for everyone. Well, it probably wasn’t a surprise, per se, as she was pretty sure that everyone had guess what was coming. Because, seriously, you couldn’t have a trio to Kaeleer that didn’t culminate in a trip to Sceval. Not that she told anywhere where they were going, even as they boarded the Coach.
Sceval was a Territory of mostly rolling hills and long grasslands, with some pockets of forests and a small range of mountains. It grew no crops and imported none, there was no plundering of the natural resources, either the ore in the mountains or the wood of the forests. The Blood in Sceval had no need for such things; they were happy to drink only the water that flowed in crystal streams and ate what grew naturally. The Blood in Sceval had no need for jewelry (save their Jewels), for silks and satins, or for exotic perfumes.
It was impossible to say where in Sceval the Coach had dropped them; with no cities or roads, one part of the Territory looked much like any other, save the differences in natural landmarks. Jaenelle had been insistent that this was where the Coach needed to land, and the Coachman saw no reason to argue, even though the area where they landed was completely deserted. “Come on, this way,” Jaenelle said, pointing at a small strip of woods to the west. “We need to go through there.”
The hike through the woods lasted a good half hour, and even then, no one explained where they were going. No one was allowed to dawdle or explore either, and the so-called rest break they got barely lasted long enough for everyone to get a drink from the stream. “Just a little farther,” Karla promised as they spotted a break in the trees.
The tree line ended on a small hillside, so the students piling out of the woods could look down and see for miles. There was a small path leading down the hill, for when they decided to go down and mingle with the Blood of Sceval, who were waiting for them beyond the drop off.
The Blood of Sceval were unicorns.
[You know the drill Have at! Unicorns!]
Sceval was a Territory of mostly rolling hills and long grasslands, with some pockets of forests and a small range of mountains. It grew no crops and imported none, there was no plundering of the natural resources, either the ore in the mountains or the wood of the forests. The Blood in Sceval had no need for such things; they were happy to drink only the water that flowed in crystal streams and ate what grew naturally. The Blood in Sceval had no need for jewelry (save their Jewels), for silks and satins, or for exotic perfumes.
It was impossible to say where in Sceval the Coach had dropped them; with no cities or roads, one part of the Territory looked much like any other, save the differences in natural landmarks. Jaenelle had been insistent that this was where the Coach needed to land, and the Coachman saw no reason to argue, even though the area where they landed was completely deserted. “Come on, this way,” Jaenelle said, pointing at a small strip of woods to the west. “We need to go through there.”
The hike through the woods lasted a good half hour, and even then, no one explained where they were going. No one was allowed to dawdle or explore either, and the so-called rest break they got barely lasted long enough for everyone to get a drink from the stream. “Just a little farther,” Karla promised as they spotted a break in the trees.
The tree line ended on a small hillside, so the students piling out of the woods could look down and see for miles. There was a small path leading down the hill, for when they decided to go down and mingle with the Blood of Sceval, who were waiting for them beyond the drop off.
The Blood of Sceval were unicorns.
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The Woods
Date: 2010-04-05 01:24 am (UTC)The only good thing about this forest is that it’s all first growth. There’s very little ground cover here and a lack of scrubby, tripping plants and vines that often made walking through the woods so annoying elsewhere. However, being on a semi-forced march with no idea where you’re going might heighten the annoyance factor a bit. Especially since the only answer Karla’s giving when anyone asks where they’re going is a smug grin.
She’s betting the first view will be worth it.
Re: The Woods
Date: 2010-04-05 01:47 am (UTC)So she totally teleported over the rougher terrain, shhhh.
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Date: 2010-04-05 02:23 am (UTC)Re: The Woods
Date: 2010-04-05 02:39 am (UTC)Re: The Woods
Date: 2010-04-05 02:49 am (UTC)Except, perhaps, at the pace, which was a little slower than they were used to, especially with the moratorium placed on exploring.
Re: The Woods
Date: 2010-04-05 04:51 am (UTC)It made him almost as cheerful as Gabrielle. Well. Almost.
It'd be hard to aspire to that kind of thing. Anyway, he was there, and he wasn't looking too ticked off about it. In the slightest.
Re: The Woods
Date: 2010-04-05 05:23 am (UTC)Re: The Woods
Date: 2010-04-05 08:58 am (UTC)Re: The Woods
Date: 2010-04-05 07:54 pm (UTC)Which was why she tripped occasionally and glared at the ground. But at least it passed the time.
Re: The Woods
Date: 2010-04-05 09:19 pm (UTC)The Cliff
Date: 2010-04-05 01:28 am (UTC)The forest opens up about yards feet above where the unicorns are grazing, allowing everyone to get a good look. This herd has about a hundred unicorns in it. Most of them are various shades of white and silver, from unicorns so pure white they looked wrought from clouds and ice, to a single unicorn the color of pewter. There are a few foals, kept in the protected center of the herd, their skinny legs still wobbly, even as they chase one another around and trumpet in the course of their games. Little flashes of color sparkle every now and again--the sun, catching the Jewel that rests on a ring at the base of their horns.
Re: The Cliff
Date: 2010-04-05 01:49 am (UTC)Re: The Cliff
Date: 2010-04-05 01:57 am (UTC)Re: The Cliff
Date: 2010-04-05 02:29 am (UTC)She'd known it was coming, but there they were. And everything was just so beautiful.
Re: The Cliff
Date: 2010-04-05 02:41 am (UTC)"Son of a $&*@!)#$."
Who knew you could put that much stunned, sarcasm-free awe into profanity?
Re: The Cliff
Date: 2010-04-05 02:49 am (UTC)Re: The Cliff
Date: 2010-04-05 02:57 am (UTC)Re: The Cliff
Date: 2010-04-05 03:19 am (UTC)Even more beautiful than they'd been in Karla's memory, just amazing. Dinah wasn't into horses that much, but these were special.
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From:Talk to the Unicorns
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From:Ride the Unicorns
Date: 2010-04-05 01:30 am (UTC)Re: Ride the Unicorns
Date: 2010-04-05 12:43 pm (UTC)She had heard someone mention getting a ride from one of them, but they seemed too sacred for her to even ask.
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From:Other Activities
Date: 2010-04-05 01:31 am (UTC)Weirdo.
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Date: 2010-04-05 02:51 am (UTC)Re: Other Activities
From:OOC
Date: 2010-04-05 01:32 am (UTC)That being said, if you end the world before this trip is done, I WILL CUT YOU.