What a glorious day to walk! What a time to be in nature! And it wasn't even raining or anything!
The miqo'te known as Snarl paced through the woods with an extra spring in his step. The sun glowed along his bared torso, his caramel gold skin nearly glowing under the light. The gentle breeze that tickled the leaves of the forest cooled him as he trudged forward, a large rucksack draped over his shoulder and several pouches swaying from his hips.
He was almost always low on ingredients - travelling chef that he was - and he took a moment between presentations to stock his mobile larder. Herbs, nuts, berries, wood chips for smoking, mushrooms; they were all found. Now all he needed was a large supply of fresh water. Something spring-sourced. Something earthy that would heighten the flavors of some of his patented Intense Pastas.
His ears spun towards the sound of a rushing stream nearby. It sounded crisp and refreshing and active. Hopefully it wouldn't be carrying sediment in its movement. Snarl elected to investigate.
As he pushed through the brush, he halted. Up in the trees....a woman. A beautiful one, even. An archer, judging by the bow nearby....but was she in a sniping nest? No...no, she appeared to be in repose.
Snarl stepped to, hand raised in both greeting and show of good natured approach, a broad, fang-filled grin smeared across his face. "I've seen many fine creatures about the woods this day, miss, but no bird could boast plumage like you bear! Even the sun itself glows jealously in the light of your shimmer!"
The miqo'te known as Snarl paced through the woods with an extra spring in his step. The sun glowed along his bared torso, his caramel gold skin nearly glowing under the light. The gentle breeze that tickled the leaves of the forest cooled him as he trudged forward, a large rucksack draped over his shoulder and several pouches swaying from his hips.
He was almost always low on ingredients - travelling chef that he was - and he took a moment between presentations to stock his mobile larder. Herbs, nuts, berries, wood chips for smoking, mushrooms; they were all found. Now all he needed was a large supply of fresh water. Something spring-sourced. Something earthy that would heighten the flavors of some of his patented Intense Pastas.
His ears spun towards the sound of a rushing stream nearby. It sounded crisp and refreshing and active. Hopefully it wouldn't be carrying sediment in its movement. Snarl elected to investigate.
As he pushed through the brush, he halted. Up in the trees....a woman. A beautiful one, even. An archer, judging by the bow nearby....but was she in a sniping nest? No...no, she appeared to be in repose.
Snarl stepped to, hand raised in both greeting and show of good natured approach, a broad, fang-filled grin smeared across his face. "I've seen many fine creatures about the woods this day, miss, but no bird could boast plumage like you bear! Even the sun itself glows jealously in the light of your shimmer!"
