Terra-Sky

 It was a gray January afternoon. A gentle, yet chilly breeze blew through the plains and trees that surrounded Yarelts, the esteemed academy of Tora, training all who wish to better themselves and serve the kingdom to the best of their abilities. That’s what it said in the pamphlet, at least. To a young Umbreon mage, a place like this meant something different to her. It was a place to learn. It was an opportunity to experience the outside world for the first time. And most importantly, it was a chance to grow stronger. Stronger than what she could accomplish on her own. No one really knew that last part, however. Erica huffed, strug

 Light pierces through the trees of the forest, the setting sun casting an orange glow over the land. The ending summer day was met with a cool breeze rustling the leaves and a last few birds chirping, making a pleasant quiet tune. A lone figure brushed her way through the foliage, a map in one hand and a compass in the other, making her way towards the destination marked on the parchment with a slight limp in her step. This person was Erica, dressed in a simple green tunic and white leggings, simple enough garb for a trip through the woods. The evening was beautiful, she thought, but there wasn’t time to enjoy the scenery. She had some

TerraSky: Jordan moved both her hands behind her back. She chuckled at Wyatt's words, a pleasant smile forming on her face, "Well, I can see that your family taught you how to properly treat a lady. It is clear to me why my daughter seems to like you so much." she gave Erica a look that just screamed Why didn't you tell me? the Umbreon herself merely looked confused, unaware of the undertones her mother seemed to be picking up. Mother and daughter sat down next to Wyatt on opposite sides. Erica hid the spell-book underneath the bench with her legs as Jordan continued talking, "Anyway, if you must know my history with this place, I studied Du

TerraSky: Ears flicking with interest, Erica had a somber expression on her face while she listened to Wyatt's own personal experiences. It reminded the mage of the stories Henry used to tell her, of people who failed to control the powerful dark arts that were leagues above them, and how he vowed to make sure Erica would never end up like them. Henry himself seemed to be reminded of those tales as well. He mouthed the word 'weak' when Wyatt mentioned ditching the art. Erica nodded, looking down at her feet, "... I understand... but I am taking this seriously, it's... why it's taking me so long to make this decision..." she was going to say

TerraSky: Flurries gently fell from a cloudy sky, the white specs fluttering their way to the ground and joining with the inch-and-a-half layer of snow that already blanketed the courtyard. Erica rushed her way through, making little footprints, as well as wearing surprisingly light attire considering the below-freezing temperature. She was only wearing a cue red long sleeve shirt with a brown fur neck lining, and white knee-long pants. The Umbreon was always accustomed to low temperatures, being a lover of the night and daughter of a fire type. The winter weather didn't bother her. She had a bizarre-looking book in her arms. As for why she

“Stop, do not focus” whispered Annabelle like as though she knew what Erica was trying to do. “Focusing is not the point of meditation.  Not the type we are trying to do here.  To focus is to think, to think is to invite the thoughts that haunt you and stress you.  You are to let go of all thoughts as you breathe in and out.  Let all noise in your head become some distant, muffled sound until you hear it no more.  For the sounds that do persist just accept that they are there and let it naturally fade with all your other perceptions…” Annabelle really, REALLY needs this girl calm and stable before they move on.

Annabelle was about halfway through her meal when she too heard the cracking and breaking of branches. She looked up and saw the armored men approaching, with some of the pack’s members looking rather large and intimidating.  “Dammit… This is why I prefer camping in the trees.  No one can find and sneak up on you like this.”  This wasn’t good… She knows that she’s more out in the open down in a cave secret base, but still she thought she picked a good enough place that was hidden among the foliage.  It was then that her head turned over towards the room smoking all the fish she had caught earlier that

Annabelle tilted her head a little as she spotted a bit of red appear on Erica’s face. Now, Annabelle may be a lovely vixen, but she’s never really had many people tell her that, so her first thought was that perhaps it was the heat or all the walking that made the Umbreon’s face change colors.  Not her apparent attractiveness.  “Well in that case, my camp isn’t too far from here, so we shall make it there quickly enough” said the girl with a small smile. “And I have plenty of cool water you may drink too.  You must be thirsty after such a long walk.” After walking a ways along a different rout