12-14-2018, 01:59 PM
And in the darkened underpass I thought,
"Oh Satan, my chance has come at last!"
"Oh Satan, my chance has come at last!"
Another cough. Another feverish chill.
The sickness is eating away at her, biting off pieces as she eludes a healer’s embrace. There’s Velk, mother suggested, but the idea of searching for her brother for that single task before leaving again is unsettling. Their relationship is rocky as of recent with so much time and distance separating them on a daily basis. Truthfully, there are days Valdis forgets she has a twin. Her agenda guides her in opposite directions of her family, pushing her into uncharted lands and learning what turmoil lies beyond Hyaline’s walls. Having seemed to outgrown her homeland, Valdis is eager to still explore despite how exhausted her body is from the traveling. Soon, she tells herself, she will have no choice but to find a way to heal herself.
In the meantime, and during her trek to Sylva, Valdis finds herself tucked away in the forest. A slow meander weaves her through the trunks, her hooves thoughtlessly kicking around the fallen leaves until the sound of wings causes her to take pause. The buffeting isn’t that of another Pegasus, but something larger. It blocks out the sunlight for a heartbeat before alighting in a narrow space between the trees. Instinctively, Valdis reels backward with her azure eyes widened apprehensively. Fire kindles to life around her defensively and her wings open in anticipation of flight, but there’s nothing hostile about the beast in front of her. Lifting a brow, she scrutinizes the opalescent scales, now frosted by an eternal ice. Her suspicion rises, but is solidly confirmed by a voice vaguely familiar.
”Santana?” Valdis edges closer, never letting her fire waver as it crackles just off the surface of her skin. Quietly, she drinks in the sight of him in this body. It’s formidable, fearsome, but also strangely beautiful with how he glimmers like a gemstone. It takes a moment for it all to register and for her to grasp his accusation. Blinking, Valdis peers first at herself – newly renovated with blue and white frost – then up to the dragon. ”Yeah? And you can shift into a dragon like my dad.” Although she has never witnessed her sire take such form, she has heard mother’s stories and has grabbed onto that ‘dragonborne’ detail.
(Valdis may have inherited a little of your Dragonfire, mother told father)
Shuffling her wings thoughtfully, she tries to piece together possibilities. There are a few options, but she sifts through what may be more feasible. ”Who is your brother?” It would be interesting if she knew of him, but she doubts. With a tad more hope and curiosity, she asks, ”Who are your parents?” Mother wouldn’t keep a secret such as children, not when she loves them and has so many. Father, she suspects, may have roamed because he is, after all, nomadic.
But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask.
@[Santana]