Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-38113021-20190323232505/@comment-39191802-20190627212421

Kafa stood in the leaved deck, the heartstone placed on a wooden pedastal several paces away. On the other side of the room, wooden benches crudely tied with vines formed a large viewing area, although Miss Vixen, the Fox Heartstone instructor, was the only one seated there.

Some might call the area enchanting. The light source came from jarred lightningbugs. Leaves provided an airy canopy and roof, spreading splotches of sunlight on the wooden deck below.

Kafa breathed in the passing air as she slowly and properly approached the heartstone. She pressed her paws deep into the sediment, placing her forehead just so. There was a slight tingling sensation down her back.

And then nothing.

After a solid moment of silence, the sound of Miss Vixen scribbling quickly into a notebook rang into Kafa's ears.

Kafa stepped back, looking at Miss Vixen for an answer.

Miss Vixen shook her head in dismay.

Kafa had failed.

Or so she thought.