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Her home was gone.
.... Wasn't anything new, really. Shadow picked her way over the planks that littered the ground. Things weren't static- they always changed. Whether your home blew away in hurricane or you just had gotten thrown out on your ear because the innkeeper realised you were causing his bathboy to dissapear for hours at a time.
So now she stared up in the tree where Theon's house used to be, and shrugged. It... it bothered her just a little, but not about not having a place to live. She just kept her things on her, and... and now...
She started unlacing her breeches, peeling off one shirt then another - it was difficult to be around this extent of distruction - to be surrounded by the dead and dying plants, even though it was the Mother Forest's way. The plants would rot and feed the new seedlings.
And so she let her hair fly free and danced; it wasn't the High Circle- It was entirely different. Not a dance of fertility, of mating, it ws one of death and rebirth. Her bare feet hit the ground in a rhythm only she heard, her body twisting in the dappled sunlight as her muscles stretched and rippled. It was her and the Forest - her clothes were in a pile at the side of the clearing. She cared not who saw her; a dance was a preformance, after all.
OOC: Open to all. Excellent time to meet her - she's naked, though. She's not embarassed. XD I'd love meeting new people, and old people.
.... Wasn't anything new, really. Shadow picked her way over the planks that littered the ground. Things weren't static- they always changed. Whether your home blew away in hurricane or you just had gotten thrown out on your ear because the innkeeper realised you were causing his bathboy to dissapear for hours at a time.
So now she stared up in the tree where Theon's house used to be, and shrugged. It... it bothered her just a little, but not about not having a place to live. She just kept her things on her, and... and now...
She started unlacing her breeches, peeling off one shirt then another - it was difficult to be around this extent of distruction - to be surrounded by the dead and dying plants, even though it was the Mother Forest's way. The plants would rot and feed the new seedlings.
And so she let her hair fly free and danced; it wasn't the High Circle- It was entirely different. Not a dance of fertility, of mating, it ws one of death and rebirth. Her bare feet hit the ground in a rhythm only she heard, her body twisting in the dappled sunlight as her muscles stretched and rippled. It was her and the Forest - her clothes were in a pile at the side of the clearing. She cared not who saw her; a dance was a preformance, after all.
OOC: Open to all. Excellent time to meet her - she's naked, though. She's not embarassed. XD I'd love meeting new people, and old people.