[E]  Vernal Fever

Rook

3 y/o medium Female
Aristotle , Male Wolverine
Rook E'shara
Rook wasn't a fan of winter. The cold had a way of cutting right through her pelt and clinging to her skin like a lost child, and shaking it was nigh impossible. She often spent most of the cold season sleeping and reserving what energy she could, something Aristotle chastised her for (saying it made her "lazy," though she just thought it was smart). However, now that spring was emerging, beginning to touch the land with its delicate and promising fingers, she was more than happy to emerge from her state of "laziness" and return to her normal routine. The chill still lingered, and it would for a while, but it wasn't nearly as harsh and suffocating as it had been in more recent times. She could tolerate it this way, with the promise that it would only get better.

She'd always been fond of Nidria's forests, finding that each one had something different and unique to offer. Though it was cooler beneath the trees than it was under the sun, Rook was willing to forgive that in favor of the solace that the woods offered. The Giant's Forest was probably her favourite place to visit, and she wanted to believe that fondness stretched beyond any magickal bias. Sure, it was easy to enjoy for a magicka, as she could practically feel the magic pulsing beneath the earth with each step she took. This time of year, that magic was probably even more powerful than it normally was, which was why it seemed like the perfect place for a bit of sparring and to pay her respect to the nature and life source that kept Nidria alive. 

Winter saw that she lost some of her shape, her muscles growing weaker from disuse and her stamina having been stifled. It hadn't been worth putting too much effort into keeping her form in the midst of the bitter cold, though. That just meant she had quite a bit of catching up to do now that Spring had arrived. It would keep her busy for the next couple days, though she hoped it wasn't a task she would accomplish alone. Aristotle was always happy to help her train and spar with her, but, unfortunately, he wasn't the right size and build to be completely efficient. She appreciate his offer, and took advantage of it whenever she had no other options (because any little bit helped), but she also worried about overworking him. Despite his formidable species, she was still a wolf and definitely outmatched him in strength, so having an opponent that she could be on equal ground with made for a much for satisfying experience in the end.

She stepped further into the woods, melting snow crunching under her paws, and drew a slow, deep breath. The scent of earth and trees and new life flooded her senses, and she focused on that detail for a moment, letting it wash over her, exhilarate her. It was the first time in a while that the cold air didn't outright attack her lungs as she breathed deeply, and she appreciated it. As she continued walking, she glanced down at Aristotle, who padded half a pace behind her. Though he might argue, she knew that he was eager to welcome the new season, too. 

She paused as she came to a small clearing, stretching out her muscles and sighing contentedly as her joints popped. "This is a nice open space," she commented, looking around. It seemed like they were alone for now, and though she'd been hoping to wander around until she found more company, this spot would have to do. Aristotle would probably appreciate the practice, anyway. She crouched down low, locking her gaze on a small drift of watery snow a few feet away from her. Kicking out her back legs behind her, she sprung forward, landing square on the snow pile and watching the sparkling white clumps scatter around her paws.

"Rook speaking,""Aristotle speaking,"

Table by Centience. Art by Scribblewoof @ DA
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Polareis

5 y/o large Female
Absinthe, Female Southern White-Lipped Python
"It's a festival you idiot!" Absinthe hissed at the outsider, who was still trying to figure out what the serpent was talking about.
"A festival?" She asked slowly.
"That's what I said, it's called Vernal. New life sort of thing, you know, because we only barely survived winter." If snakes could roll their eyes, Reis was pretty sure Absinthe would have done it a hundred times in this conversation alone.

The woman was so exhausted from all that had happened recently, and Absinthe was still annoyed by Reis' lack of judgement. She couldn't believe her eyes, not even now, but Absinthe had done her best to try and explain. She knew about the affinities, but that was about it. Reis was a stag, although she had no idea what that even meant in the first place.

She found comfort in spring's arrival, she wasn't sure why, she had never been a fan before. Yet, there was something about the light and heat that felt different now that she was here. She spent more time throughout winter sleeping in the sun, she had no energy otherwise. The newfound warmth was most definitely welcome, along with all the new growth. There were so many beautiful flowers that were growing once again, and she had no choice but to pick some. Thus she was now adorned in a stunning mix of white and pink dogwood flowers. They were scattered throughout her coat, namely her tail and neck, and a crown of sorts perched on her head.

The forest was a welcoming sight with the melting snow. "What are you grinning about?" She felt Absinthe bump her muzzle, before her smile was wiped off her face.
"Nothing." She grumbled, as she stared between the trees. She had to see Sammy again, she wanted to tell her what she had happened. Each time she saw the forest, it was a little reminder of her nomadic friend, and each time she found herself within the trees she could only hope she would run into the woman.

"Anyway, tell me more about this Vernal thing." The woman suggested, trying to distract the nosy familiar.
Absinthe was growing heavy around Reis' body, but wrapped herself comfortable around the wolf once more as she prepared to go into a long spiel. "Well it's focused a lot on the stag and ram-"
"Ram?"
"Darkness, in contrast to the stag's light. Anyway, there's magic, rituals, performances, feasts, a whole bunch of fun I've heard. Many wolves spar as well. Many stags, like yourself, wear flowers around this time, so you're well dressed for the occas-"

"Be quiet." Reis whispered, as she heard a few popping sounds before the faint whisper of a voice. She perked up, picking her pace up to a sort of trot as she tried to find the direction it came from. The snow crunched softly beneath her paws as she caught another scent mixed with the soil and the trees. It brought her to a clearing, one occupied by another already. A cream woman covered in jewellery accompanied by some sort of animal. She wasn't too sure what it was, but she had seen one briefly before.

"Oh sorry, was I interrupting anything?" She asked as she left the cover of the trees and entered the clearing, offering a swift nod to woman and said companion.
"Polareis speaks." "Absinthe speaks."
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Rook

3 y/o medium Female
Aristotle , Male Wolverine
Rook E'shara
Aristotle tensed near her, turning his dark muzzle in the direction of a soft rustling, a sound that he'd picked up on before Rook had. She caught on to his sudden alertness and followed his amber gaze, spotting a large white wolf padding into the clearing. She straightened her posture, perking her ears at the other female spoke. "Not at all," Rook said, grinning at this newcomer and taking in her appearance. She was taller than Rook herself, with salmon accents along her sides and face. Little pink flowers adorned her spotless coat, and as she inhaled deeply, she caught on to the scent of the flowers: dogwood. They'd also been woven together into a crown that sat atop her head.

"In fact, I'd been kind of hoping I might stumble across someone here, though it seems that you've stumbled across me instead." She laughed softly at the words and glanced down as Aristotle came to stand beside her. There was a slight frown etched onto his face, as if he was scrutinizing this newcomer far more than necessary. He wasn't always the friendliest around strangers, but Rook had no reason so far to distrust this woman. She smelled of magicka, but had a different aura than Rook was used to. Judging by the flowers adorning her fur in such a festive manner, she was willing to guess that this wolf was of the Ram or Stag. Not that that detail was of utmost importance at the moment. It was something she could ask about later. "My name's Rook!" she said cheerily, and Aristotle grumbled beside her. She knew he was probably kind of irritated by her eagerness to introduce herself so quickly, but he'd always been a more private and cautious person than she. It was probably why he managed to keep her in line so well most of the time, though today she had no intention of holding onto inhibitions. The changing of the seasons had her in a good mood, and frankly, she was just excited to meet another wolf out here. She wasn't sure if this woman would be interested in sparring with her, but that was fine if she wasn't. Rook though she was pretty, and wouldn't mind a friendly chat instead. "This is my familiar Aristotle. He's a little grumpy right now, you'll have to excuse him. What's your name?"

"Rook speaking,""Aristotle speaking,"

Table by Centience. Art by Scribblewoof @ DA
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