Post by spookytale on Apr 13, 2005 15:05:44 GMT -5
Lilatov crept through the forest, attentive to every sight, scent, nuance and sound. She wasn't afraid, but she loved the thrill of feeling aware in such a magnificent place as the woods.
With each step the fertile scent of moss and rich soil met her nostrils. She breathed appreciatively, and paused to really take in the scene. One of the purple orbs that populated Xanadia wandered past her, causing her coat to glimmer with purple stars, her eyes to glow briefly, and then she was back in darkness.
Like most Xanadians Lilatov was a skilled herbalist, and tonight she was looking for plants to use for her potions and crafts. Specifically she was looking for the moth orchid. Unlike the tropical moth orchids, the Xanadian version would take flight when frightened. Always in bloom it looked like a large moth with thick tangled roots and thin wispy leaves dangling and fluttering below.
They were beautiful, temperamental, and very useful.
Purple eyes scanned the trees for her herbs and plants, but none were within sight. Her ear flicked to the side, catching the fading echo of a voice, and then from another direction a slight giggle. No matter that the woods were large, if there were too many ponies in the forest then the orchids would have fled much deeper into the trees then Lilatov cared to travel. She impatiently scratched her side with her nose, then took off towards home.