10-20-2018, 01:48 PM
Leilan
a dragon who couldn't be hurt on the outside
could have so many ragged holes inside
could have so many ragged holes inside
For a guard with no particular threat to look out for any more, suddenly he's a little restless. There's not just 'one' place he needs to check for safety any more - it's all of Nerine. Sharks, kelpies (Chryseis was a little too worked up on those), just annoying little jellyfish tangling up your feet when you least expected it -
Or a lost, bay roan mare calling out on the shoreline.
Wait what?
Oh, well, that's not exactly threatening he supposes. But she seems to be talking to... no-one exactly, and it silently freaks him out. Sure, his mother does that sometimes - she talks to ghosts since she has been dead and sometimes loses track of the conversation of the living. Not that he minds but, she doesn't want to admit it, so it's fun to prod her about it...
Oh right, girl on the beach. Got it. Time to work in some kind of rescue, he supposes. He finds his way down the cliffs slowly, then, towards the bay roan. Hmm. Bay roan. Isn't that just the loveliest colour ever. His family's all weird, and spread out, so well, who ever knows such things.
Closing in, out in the open, not wanting to scare her away, he calls out. "Hey!" Best first words ever, at least, when you don't know why someone looks so lost. Best ever word. "Ehm. Are you... lost?" He cocks his head, curious about her, but a little wary - she doesn't smell of the land, she doesn't seem to have much of a scent trail other than into the caves, in fact, it's like she appeared out of nowhere. And if she just teleported here, what else can she do?
This land, after all, is full of weird and strange magic.
Or a lost, bay roan mare calling out on the shoreline.
Wait what?
Oh, well, that's not exactly threatening he supposes. But she seems to be talking to... no-one exactly, and it silently freaks him out. Sure, his mother does that sometimes - she talks to ghosts since she has been dead and sometimes loses track of the conversation of the living. Not that he minds but, she doesn't want to admit it, so it's fun to prod her about it...
Oh right, girl on the beach. Got it. Time to work in some kind of rescue, he supposes. He finds his way down the cliffs slowly, then, towards the bay roan. Hmm. Bay roan. Isn't that just the loveliest colour ever. His family's all weird, and spread out, so well, who ever knows such things.
Closing in, out in the open, not wanting to scare her away, he calls out. "Hey!" Best first words ever, at least, when you don't know why someone looks so lost. Best ever word. "Ehm. Are you... lost?" He cocks his head, curious about her, but a little wary - she doesn't smell of the land, she doesn't seem to have much of a scent trail other than into the caves, in fact, it's like she appeared out of nowhere. And if she just teleported here, what else can she do?
This land, after all, is full of weird and strange magic.
@[Sarkis] @[Scorch]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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