Post by Aesandre on Dec 26, 2015 16:23:56 GMT
[OOC: As per the 'Retro' tag and my use of past tense, this thread is set in the past. Continued from Observing events.]
*Deep in the Forest of Dunn was a glen where it was always winter. It was most unlikely that any creature would have found it by accident [OOC: though not impossible, as Young Grimwold will prove several years from now]. For the easiest way to enter was not through the trees but through the frozen pool in the middle. A pool that was now cracking and thawing as a shape rose to the surface and emerged into the air. It was Aesandre. The water refroze under her boots and she stepped onto the frost-flecked grass.
Pools such as this could be used by Aesandre for contacting her agents in different places and times to do her bidding. On this occasion, given the personal nature of her mission, there was no question of her trusting anybody else. The journey from future Winteria sapped her strength and she could only hope that she was now where, when, she needed to be.
Accustomed to practising concealment, Aesandre had disguised herself as a greenwarden. She was prepared to tell anyone who asked that she was tracking a stray fawn that had wandered towards the school, and was confident that even a prolonged look at her face would not lead anybody to question her identity. Using waypoints that only she and her agents would recognise, along with clues in the scroll from her future self, Aesandre expected to reach the school with little trouble.
Finding the telltale bole that marked the exit from the glen, Aesandre squeezed through a narrow gap in the trees. From the outside, all traces of ice and frost were invisible. The ailing queen breathed in the temperate air, warmer than even the mildest Winterian day. Then she began her journey out of the forest, reminding herself that greewardens do not walk gracefully.*
[OOC: Continued in Early for School.]
*Deep in the Forest of Dunn was a glen where it was always winter. It was most unlikely that any creature would have found it by accident [OOC: though not impossible, as Young Grimwold will prove several years from now]. For the easiest way to enter was not through the trees but through the frozen pool in the middle. A pool that was now cracking and thawing as a shape rose to the surface and emerged into the air. It was Aesandre. The water refroze under her boots and she stepped onto the frost-flecked grass.
Pools such as this could be used by Aesandre for contacting her agents in different places and times to do her bidding. On this occasion, given the personal nature of her mission, there was no question of her trusting anybody else. The journey from future Winteria sapped her strength and she could only hope that she was now where, when, she needed to be.
Accustomed to practising concealment, Aesandre had disguised herself as a greenwarden. She was prepared to tell anyone who asked that she was tracking a stray fawn that had wandered towards the school, and was confident that even a prolonged look at her face would not lead anybody to question her identity. Using waypoints that only she and her agents would recognise, along with clues in the scroll from her future self, Aesandre expected to reach the school with little trouble.
Finding the telltale bole that marked the exit from the glen, Aesandre squeezed through a narrow gap in the trees. From the outside, all traces of ice and frost were invisible. The ailing queen breathed in the temperate air, warmer than even the mildest Winterian day. Then she began her journey out of the forest, reminding herself that greewardens do not walk gracefully.*
[OOC: Continued in Early for School.]