11-03-2018, 09:30 AM
Leilan
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
Tentatively, he crosses the borders. Swims the icy sea, rests on sandbanks, but only briefly. He remembers how to swim the tides, used to it as he was less than a year ago in Ischia - and it’s still not hard to do so. It’s just the frigid cold of the water that he has to tackle now; but after his changes, his ice transforming, cold was something that would slide off of him as easily as the waters off his scales.
Taiga had been much farther away from Nerine before, but now it was in the North, and he wanted to make sure there would be no threats coming from this land. Not towards Nerine, not towards the icy island that besides it magic should not be worth much to any others, but him and maybe a few lucky others that could withstand it’s cold.
But the magic attracted others. And if they heard of Brennen moving, some might want to force him to heal them, mayhaps. Even if they didn’t, scouting his surroundings would not be a bad idea.
Indeed it wasn’t. The ice-attuned stallion found the fiery-red maned mare quick; the only clue to where he’d come from the dripping of his golden mane and fetlocks - the scales were all but dry, when he found her and whinnied to her. Closing the distance, though not too much because he wanted to make sure she wasn’t sick yet, he asks one question. Alright maybe two.
”Who are you, and what do you want, in all this change?” he wonders. Not in an aggressive tone, but, not too familiar either. Rather neutral, as one can never be too careful in times like these.
Taiga had been much farther away from Nerine before, but now it was in the North, and he wanted to make sure there would be no threats coming from this land. Not towards Nerine, not towards the icy island that besides it magic should not be worth much to any others, but him and maybe a few lucky others that could withstand it’s cold.
But the magic attracted others. And if they heard of Brennen moving, some might want to force him to heal them, mayhaps. Even if they didn’t, scouting his surroundings would not be a bad idea.
Indeed it wasn’t. The ice-attuned stallion found the fiery-red maned mare quick; the only clue to where he’d come from the dripping of his golden mane and fetlocks - the scales were all but dry, when he found her and whinnied to her. Closing the distance, though not too much because he wanted to make sure she wasn’t sick yet, he asks one question. Alright maybe two.
”Who are you, and what do you want, in all this change?” he wonders. Not in an aggressive tone, but, not too familiar either. Rather neutral, as one can never be too careful in times like these.
you set my soul alight
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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