Post by jawaa on Jul 24, 2006 1:52:10 GMT -5
Normally, Jawaa couldn't stand Felwood. The animals were always angered and pained, the water was tainted and unpleasant smelling, it was just not the kind of place she wanted to spend a lot of her time. Normally, the only time she spent there was picking what few herbs managed to scrape together their survival in the ravaged land there. She thought she could never feel comfortable there, until it rained.
As Jawaa flew to Bloodvenom Post, the first few drops of rain spattered against her face. At first she thought that she had paid for the wrong flight path. (It is hard to read a flight map when one is blind, afterall.) She took in a long slow breath, carefully inspecting the air with her nose, deciding that she was indeed flying over Felwood. "But it never rains in Felwood." She thought aloud.
By the time her wind rider had landed her at the Post, what had been just a few drops of rain had turned into a steady downpour. She stood quietly as the rain fell against her mail armor, the drops soaking through the rings and falling against her skin underneath. Unsure of what to do, Jawaa started walking, forgetting about why she had come here today in the first place.
She walked through the land, taking in the fresh smells that the rain brought. The musty smell of the spores from the fungus that grew everywhere had been washed out of the air, as had the smell of the rotting leaves and undergrowth on the ground. The animals were still, calmed by the falling water from the sky, as if their anger and pain was washed away with the grime on their fur.
Approaching a stream, Jawaa cautiously dipped her hand in the water and smiled as she pulled it back out. The usual slimy sticky feel the water usually had was gone, replaced with a cleaner wet feeling one would find in the streams of Feralas. Even the foul smell was gone.
The Herbs! Jawaa smelled dreamfoil nearby. Walking up to it, she ran her hands across the leaves, which felt stiffer and stronger than dreamfoil in this place had ever felt to her. Preparing to pick the herb and place it in her bag, Jawaa stopped herself short and stared blindly at the plant before taking a seat next to it. She mused at how the rain had transformed this place.
"Maybe I'll let you enjoy the rain too. It's not every day we get to feel it rain in Felwood."
As Jawaa flew to Bloodvenom Post, the first few drops of rain spattered against her face. At first she thought that she had paid for the wrong flight path. (It is hard to read a flight map when one is blind, afterall.) She took in a long slow breath, carefully inspecting the air with her nose, deciding that she was indeed flying over Felwood. "But it never rains in Felwood." She thought aloud.
By the time her wind rider had landed her at the Post, what had been just a few drops of rain had turned into a steady downpour. She stood quietly as the rain fell against her mail armor, the drops soaking through the rings and falling against her skin underneath. Unsure of what to do, Jawaa started walking, forgetting about why she had come here today in the first place.
She walked through the land, taking in the fresh smells that the rain brought. The musty smell of the spores from the fungus that grew everywhere had been washed out of the air, as had the smell of the rotting leaves and undergrowth on the ground. The animals were still, calmed by the falling water from the sky, as if their anger and pain was washed away with the grime on their fur.
Approaching a stream, Jawaa cautiously dipped her hand in the water and smiled as she pulled it back out. The usual slimy sticky feel the water usually had was gone, replaced with a cleaner wet feeling one would find in the streams of Feralas. Even the foul smell was gone.
The Herbs! Jawaa smelled dreamfoil nearby. Walking up to it, she ran her hands across the leaves, which felt stiffer and stronger than dreamfoil in this place had ever felt to her. Preparing to pick the herb and place it in her bag, Jawaa stopped herself short and stared blindly at the plant before taking a seat next to it. She mused at how the rain had transformed this place.
"Maybe I'll let you enjoy the rain too. It's not every day we get to feel it rain in Felwood."