D&D: HFF: Rest until morning
From Create Your Own Story
You drop your gear and bedroll on the grass outside the forest and unceremoniously fall on your old blanket. In a few minutes you have fallen asleep, all the exhaustion catching up with you and your body lies perfectly still under the night sky. Soon the moon starts to cast its reflection on the metal surfaces of weapons and armor that haven’t yet been completely covered in dirt. Everything around you is quiet, a gentle breeze barely moving the leaves of the nearby trees.
A few loose strands of hair are stuck to your forehead, glued there by your sweat. Your body is finally calm and relaxed, your long shapely legs stretched over the fabric with the moonlight making their smooth lines shine in the night. The only movement comes from your breasts, slowly rising and sinking with every breath, on a chest free from the weight of metal armor. The breeze gently caresses your inner thighs under your short skirt like the touch of a lover, making the tiny hair on the back of your neck stand up and your lips open with an inaudible sigh. Your toes tingle as the cool air takes away the warmth of your boots and the tiredness of the travel.
Your senses have surrendered to Sehanine, the Goddess of Dreams, making you oblivious of the world around you. If only you could see the pair of eyes spying on you, behind the trees at the edge of the forest, taking in every detail of your statuesque form. If you could hear the sharp, irregular breath of someone, or something, captivated by your image. The figure stands motionless trying to remain unnoticed, the trees hiding its short fur from the light of the moon.
The hours pass and the rising sun bathes everything in glorious bright light and warmth. It takes a few moments for your eyes to open, looking up at a beautiful blue sky, without any clouds to spoil it. You stretch you limbs and let out a long yawn before jumping up to start your morning routine. After half an hour of light exercise and hearty breakfast you feel fresh and ready to conquer the world. Making a mental note to hopefully find some stream to wash yourself later, you start putting on your gear. A few slaps take care of some of the dust covering your armor and you put it on, followed by your boots, weapons and backpack. You give a quick, silent prayer to Tempus and focus your eyes on the forest. “Today is going to be a productive day” you mutter with a smirk and with confidence in your eyes.
