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 enter the fairy ring, Cornelius/Merida - Axce/Leigh
merida eileen macdunn
 Posted: Apr 20 2017, 11:26 AM

FROM Brave

❝ Our fate lives within us, you only have to be brave enough to see it.❞



Princess Merida
The forest had eyes. Merida felt them upon her every step. The constant feeling of being watched never abated, instead it became part of the scenery. The thick green of trees yielded small rays of sunlight, illuminating patches of moss, rock, bramble and the occasional wildflower. Yes, even flowers could bloom on the forest floor given enough dew and sun to sustain them.

Merida breathed in deeply, allowing the scent of aged pine, oak and elder to fill her senses. Even the light odor of dirt seemed rich and clean compared to the smells car fuel and pollution beyond The Portal. How odd it was, to live there and come here. The two realms co-existed in a state Merida could not even fathom. Indeed, in the days after crossing back over, her memories would begin to shift into dreamlike remembrance. The vivid imagery of a tapestry faded by ruins of time. That was why she frequented The Portal, to make sure she never truly forgot. While she was here, it was real again.

For now, she was Princess Merida. She wore a dress of deep green, it was simply cut, in the style her mother had been fond of, girdled low at the waist. Light stitching adorned the outer sleeves, hem and collar. Her cloak was green, a shade richer than her dress, the colors intended to merge and mingle in the woodland surrounds. The clasp was a brooch of Celtic design, matching the embroidery of her belt. She wore short, study boots, and had her bow slung over her shoulder, quiver showcasing rows of neat arrow fletchings. There was small pouch at her belt, she had not brought many supplies, she wasn't staying after the sun lowered in the west. Merida loved adventure, but even her reckless nature could find reluctance when confronted with evils of The Mysterious Forest. Besides, this was a recreational visit, not a mission.

Merida moved about the wood, with the stealthy foot of a tracker. She blended into the sway of shadows, her cloak rustling softly against the overgrowth as she passed. Merida had always enjoyed her independence, and never minded being alone. Except, she had not been alone, not really. Only now that his presence was absent did she realize how much she missed Angus. The shire horse, with his sleek black coat, and heavy hooves had been her best friend. He shared her misadventures and quests with faithful companionship, and a watchful eye. His reward, a bucket of oats and a good brushing. She half expected Angus to come trotting up behind her, but no, she was alone, utterly alone.

The soft trod of boots halted, Merida observed a large gnarled tree, the pattern of the trunk was gnarled and boisterous. It would make a decent target. She needed distraction. Un-slinging her bow, Merida selected an arrow from her quiver. Setting the fletching to the bow-string, she took aim, drawing back the instinctive distance needed to make a clean shot. She sighted and released. The arrow soared from her bow, zinging through the air, and giving a sounding THUD as it struck the tree trunk. A small satisfied smile lit her mouth. She reached for another arrow.

Merida turned her head abruptly, sending a tumble of wild red curls over her shoulder. She could have sworn something had flitted near her head. Her light eyes scanned the surrounds with caution. There was something in the breeze. The feeling of being watched was manifesting into a strong sensation. It felt uncanny. "Hello?" Her attempt at casual sounded too apprehensive for her own ears. "Is somebody there? You can come out, I won't be causing any harm." The statement seemed paradoxical since she was holding a bow, arrow notched.

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