06-07-2018, 01:50 AM
kagerus
and in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times
The wind blows differently today, with a cold sharp twist that's uncommon during the summer months. I don't mention it to Solace, but by the way our eyes repeatedly seek each other out, I know she feels it too. Something beckons us as water does electricity, we are conductors for the plot which has begun to thicken - we just don't know it yet.
Pressing my nose to her, I murmur that I must patrol the borders or else go insane for fear and tension. I hope quietly that she might join me, but it's up to her, and one way or another, I find myself travelling along the southern border, from east to west, following the setting sun though I have no hope of ever catching it. To the north there is only our friends the Leviathans, and I do not worry; the cold bite of the wind is not flowing from that direction.
He comes on large wings that beg to be recognized as descendants of Brennen's. As he alofts in a clearing not too inland, I snort, wondering what on earth is going on; Ischians are of course welcome to traverse these lands, but something tells me that this stallion isn't here for a visit. Departing from the well worn tracks that I travel on the daily, I quickly make my way towards his call, knowing that Solace too will come.
"Brother of Ischia," I say under my breath when the distance between us has closed. "What news do you bear?"
Pressing my nose to her, I murmur that I must patrol the borders or else go insane for fear and tension. I hope quietly that she might join me, but it's up to her, and one way or another, I find myself travelling along the southern border, from east to west, following the setting sun though I have no hope of ever catching it. To the north there is only our friends the Leviathans, and I do not worry; the cold bite of the wind is not flowing from that direction.
He comes on large wings that beg to be recognized as descendants of Brennen's. As he alofts in a clearing not too inland, I snort, wondering what on earth is going on; Ischians are of course welcome to traverse these lands, but something tells me that this stallion isn't here for a visit. Departing from the well worn tracks that I travel on the daily, I quickly make my way towards his call, knowing that Solace too will come.
"Brother of Ischia," I say under my breath when the distance between us has closed. "What news do you bear?"
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