05-13-2018, 08:59 PM
Takei
It isn’t a dreadful walk to Ischia. They must skirt around the shoreline and weave between Taiga’s forest in order to reach a safe crossing point, but Takei moves at a brisk but not altogether hurried pace. He’d like to reach the border before nightfall; they will be safer on the islands once the shadow-creatures come crawling. The blood-and-bone isn’t worried the two men will be unable to protect themselves (in fact, with the boy’s dragon scales and his own muscle and horns, they are fully capable of doing so) but he has no desire in running into a skirmish today.
As they walk, Takei keeps the conversation to a minimum. He is a man of few words, despite how he might have come across in the Field. Pride blossoms in his heart; this is a recruit for Ischia, the first of his very own. Yet he still remains relatively quiet as they travel, occasionally adding in little comments about Taiga’s history and the landscape they walk through. If Viserion might have any questions, he is still sure to answer them.
Finally they reach the channel dividing Ischia’s islands from the rest of Beqanna. As they have traveled the snow-banks and ice patches have melted away. It is warm on this shoreline, like a humid spring day, but Takei knows once they cross the water it will get even warmer. Thankfully the tide is low when they arrive and the blood-and-bone turns to speak to his recruit.
“When the tide is low, like right now, the water only comes up around your knees. But you have to swim when it’s high.” A rare, fleeting smile brushes the corners of his mouth. “I hope you’re not afraid of a little water.” With that comment, the stallion splashes into the current and wades across to Ischia’s sandy border. His hazel eyes scan the landscape for any signs of Brothers he might know or ones he has yet to meet.
As they walk, Takei keeps the conversation to a minimum. He is a man of few words, despite how he might have come across in the Field. Pride blossoms in his heart; this is a recruit for Ischia, the first of his very own. Yet he still remains relatively quiet as they travel, occasionally adding in little comments about Taiga’s history and the landscape they walk through. If Viserion might have any questions, he is still sure to answer them.
Finally they reach the channel dividing Ischia’s islands from the rest of Beqanna. As they have traveled the snow-banks and ice patches have melted away. It is warm on this shoreline, like a humid spring day, but Takei knows once they cross the water it will get even warmer. Thankfully the tide is low when they arrive and the blood-and-bone turns to speak to his recruit.
“When the tide is low, like right now, the water only comes up around your knees. But you have to swim when it’s high.” A rare, fleeting smile brushes the corners of his mouth. “I hope you’re not afraid of a little water.” With that comment, the stallion splashes into the current and wades across to Ischia’s sandy border. His hazel eyes scan the landscape for any signs of Brothers he might know or ones he has yet to meet.
watch the mind run far away, way ahead of us
@[Viserion] / Anyone else who wants to join in and welcome Viserion is welcome to!