by redhorizon » Thu Nov 15, 2018 12:45 am
username;; beau-tiful
name;; Aoibheann - "Bhea"
gender;; Female
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When the air turns cool and sharp, the mountains grow frigid and breezy.. Thatโs when I know the winter is coming. I spend all of autumn gathering food to last me the winter. I gather berries, nuts, meats I can freeze in the back of my cave, anything that will last me to the first pleasant moments of spring. My winter preparations are often found odd and for that, I can explain. It began back when I lived in Ireland with my family. Well, my mum and my brother. I never knew my father. Anyways. We grew up happy, but every winter food ran short. One year, my mum starved over the winter trying to feed my brother and I. We were heartbroken, obviously. We stuck together for quite some time until.. Well, he got on a witch's bad side. One winter he stole from her garden in an attempt to feed us and he was turned to a dragon, which proved to be less of a curse than we initially thought. Well, with his newfound strength and abilities, we came to a decision. We'd find a home for me in the mountains, somewhere close to where he would live. I would live in my own cave and every autumn, gather all the food I would need for the winter before having him cause a massive rockslide that would lock me in. He would then bust a hole for melted snow to come in as my water supply. We went with that plan and now that's exactly what we do every year. At the end of the winter, he breaks down the rocks locking me in. It's a pretty well thought out system, really. And I don't mind the isolation, I actually prefer it. It gives me time to practice my alchemy, alone in my cave. I think it works perfectly considering all we've been given to work with. Our mum would be very proud.
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redhorizon on Fri Nov 16, 2018 2:07 pm, edited 2 times in total.
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