by Tereza Rozanov » Fri Sep 25, 2020 12:38 am
The air ripples as she passes through the ring and the gaze on her becomes more intense. She steps from a cloudy day into bright sunshine. As she assesses her surroundings, she becomes aware of three horses standing off to one side. One of the horses has hunting clothes thrown over the saddle. The other two horses are occupied by their riders. Tereza sits on a dappled grey, dressed in a medieval gown and sitting side saddle. Behind her and slightly to one side, Sam, in the attire of a medieval squire watches passively.
As she hesitates, trying to orient herself to the change of scene and place, Tereza gestures with a finger that wears a ring with a forest green stone on it. "Melion, my love, if you do not hurry, the stag will be away and even an accomplished hunter like you will not find it."